Battle of the Sexes

Every girl is allowed to RANT! endlessly, but i agree that no one has to hear it. So for those who feel inclined to read, here you go.

Boys Suck.

Boys who pretend they are men SUCK HARDER

Spoilt brat boys who want you to jump when they say jump, should shove a giant carrot up their ass! Ok, i went too far.

First and foremost, boys who make girls cry have a special place in Hell. You already know that's where you're headed, quit being at tough ass and get over yourself- everyone wants Heaven. How to get out of it? Fix the problem, that problem is most likely you.

You break it, you fix it. End of story.

It is no way in HELL ever OKAY to let someone you love walk away and not come running after them UNLESS you do it at least 3x a week, then you should tell that bitch to kick rocks. Other than that, if you wanna be Prince Charming, grab your shoes, a jacket and hopefully some CHOCOLATE & run after her. Girls are destructive on their own. Girls walk out because they test your ability to love them or they're just plain fed up with your ass & want you to stop-- if you wanna prove to them they mean something, you better be right behind her. If not, you're only building more insecurity for your relationship when the fight blows over. Truth is; the longer it takes you to get her is exponentially proportional to how much faith she has in you. You have now lost a majority of her trust, getting it back is an uphill battle.

I believe guys get into relationships not knowing what they're getting into. Of course, there are perks! Yes, you have that one girl to prove to your friends you aren't gay. You have sex (almost) whenever you want it. You have someone to do things and share moments with. You have a best friend who holds your best interest at heart. You have the butterflies. You get the kisses. Being in love itself is a major perk because it makes your body feel good!

For the boys who want to pretend they are men; being with women has its perks but it comes at a price! It's not a heavy one, unless you make it that way. When they feel like crying, they cry. Remember, we're hormonal. When you make them cry, you = the devil and you are the only person who can fix that, you are responsible-- even though you think the Best Friend Phone Call fixed everything, it really didn't.

Another thing about hormones, we aren't the only ones who have them. You do too. Watch yourself. Be careful with what you say because no matter what you're going to have to make amends for it later. Guys are the biggest bitches, they are the whiniest babies, they are the spoilt brats, they are the true princesses. Girl on the other hand are commonly made out to be all these things so we're constantly in hyperdrive trying to change that view. You are the infant. You are the immature one for bringing those aforementioned qualities up over and over.

More on Crying:

If she looks like she's gonna cry, she's not doing it to MANIPULATE you, no- she's crying because you HURT her feelings. Only a select few crazy ones manipulate- don't confuse US.

If your mom was crying and your dad was ignoring her, would you not go comfort your mom?

If your sister was crying and her boyfriend was MOCKING her, wouldn't you beat his ass?

If your daugther was crying, wouldn't you be the first one trying to make it better??

Be A Man.

If you love her, you have to get up, BE A MAN, and fucking prove it.

You're her boyfriend, you know her best. And if you don't, time will reveal to her that you weren't worth it ever.

Two last things on Women -

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best" -Marilyn Monroe.

Eventually one of two things will happen; either he'll realize you're worth it or you'll realize he isn't. Either way, you lose.

Life As I know it

It's been so long since I blogged I forgot how to log-in. I get inspired reading other people's works, thanks to you! It makes me realize how much weight can be lifted by simply letting your fingers instead of my mouth do all the talking. Right before finals, this seems like the perfect moment to spew out some baggage that I've been carrying around for way too long. Hopefully tonight I'll get a good nights sleep.

As a recap of my life:

Mexico was great and I wanna go back. White sand beaches like I've never seen before. Life is beautiful and don't realize the full capacity of it until your out there in the middle of endless ocean. It's amazing.

I've realized that now that I've chosen to demand more from my education, it's not a one way street anymore. My education demands just as much out of me as I do of it. I'll be needed to step my game up if I wanna keep up with her and be that someone I intended to be.

Relationships are for suckers and I'm striving to be a winner. Trying to find the balance between the two adds another fatty, carb-filled side dish to my plate that I've gotta get through before I get the sweetest dessert. There are ups and many downs and only I am solely responsible for getting myself through them. Relationships are learning experiences and I've definitely honed in on what kind of woman I want to be through this and after it.

My dreams have turned on me. Everything's visually blurry but my mind makes the focus clear enough to comprehend in my head that something is evil. They are people from the past that I've disengaged with. They appear at the corners of my seemingly ordinary dream-life, then they turn sour. People I used to know and love begin by cutting me in line at the dream-grocery store. While walking through my mind's endless hallway, she'll go out of her way to bump me, step on my shoe, or push me & then disappear. All these people attempt to break my stride but I keep going until I'm woken up because Mike realizes I've been whimpering in my sleep, my mind has been wanting this to stop. The clear explanation can only mean that the demons have realized that I'm moving forward at an accelerated rate and the only time I allow myself to be vulnerable is in my dreams. All those people I've left in the past to "do me" have turned my subconscious mind wicked with guilt.

But what are dreams? How does such a brilliant mind by day turn dark by night?

Dreams are merely experiences that your subconscious mops up almost randomly. In the night it dumps them into your REM cycle and your mind tries to sort out where these images belong in your memory system.

For months I've been trying to expel past experiences, relationships, and ways of life that I have now dubbed negative. I've had my eye set on the future and prepared myself to keeping only relevant, enlightening material for my brain to feed off of. It seems to be a lot harder than I thought. Day by day i'm reminded of familiar faces and the stories break out of my mouth. At night my mind mulls over the importance of these remembrances and has no clue what to do with them.

I just woke up from another dream, this time I had to break out of it alone. A woman I love who has always presented herself with compassion and an endless supply of maternal care turned sour on me. I had never felt so scared and alone before. What's happening?