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someone posed a question today. we were talking about the human mind and the differences between men and women when it comes to happiness. we were asked to name a time when we were truly happy. i sat there thinking and thinking. the girls named off graduation, boyfriends, sports, getting particular cloths. the other guys it was mostly sports, car and girl related. when it was my turn i couldnt answer. when asked why i couldnt answer i said i dont know. i said that its not like im not happy or have never been truly happy its just that my perspective has changed a lot since i that that i was truly happy. for whatever her reasons my professor decided to try to dig deeper. she had me mention the times i thought i was truly happy. so i named a few: winning the soccer championship, graduating basic, joining my fraternity. she then picked some more and asked me what about relationships. i said sure i was. then she asked me how so. and i asked her why did she want to know. she responded by saying she wanted to know because i was so hesitant to say it. i almost lost it. was this person seriously trying to mind fuck me or something. i basically just said it was personal. then came the slap in the face. she said that was a typical guy thing not to talk about those sorts of things. come one are you for real that because i dont feel like sharing my personal feelings with someone its a guy thing. she saw that i was getting heated and on the verge of exploding. so she picked further.she asked if i cheated, if i used the girl, if i dumped her when i went off to school because i needed to grow, if i refused to open up to the person, if i wanted more than what she girl was willing to give. then it happened the two words that show when anyone is angry "fuck you!" now this girl has never heard not to poke an angry bear so she did just that. she said so thats it you wanted something you couldnt have so you left her. seriously how could one person be any bigger of a bitch. then i took the upper hand and wanted to put her in her place. i told her that i was happier than most can eve imagine but it just didnt work out and that me and her were just two different people that somehow managed to workout for a very long time. i told her that one person and can try to run beside a a mustang before they get winded and their paths diverge. that i couldnt run as long as i wanted to and i tried but failed. i hate failing so yes it is one of my truly happy moments but at the same time is the opposite. then came the fun part when i tore into her just a little bit. i told her that the only reason why she was trying to call me out and look like an insensitive prick was because she never ran free because she wasnt strong enough to so she has to put other down who have run free or those who have run with the best. and after some applause i walked away thinking to myself that at that moment i was truly happy and not because i put someone down but because it was just another piece of the puzzle that has made my mind all crazy for years now and ok i admit it a lil because i shot that girl down hard. i hope she enjoys the taste of her own foot.