Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, and I am from Uranus
I'm an idiot, it's true. But I suppose being a male of the species that comes with the territory. I had hoped I would be above such baser emotions and instincts, but it seems to be inbreed into our genetic material. There doesn't seem to be anyway to escape the ancestral coding bored deep into each of our beings. I will make stupid decisions with women and continue to make them till I find myself in a dirt-nap. In my own defense, at least I am capable of recognizing my own deficiencies and admitting them.
Now don't you get all excited, girls. While men might be stupid, women are just crazy. We try as best we can to try and understand the little eccentric things that you do, but they make no sort of logical sense to us. The majority of men try to live as beings of logic despite the human condition, but women don't even seem to try to accomplish such a noble feat. Women tend to follow their emotions, which is a bad idea. Emotions only get into trouble and cloud your judgment; the heart is blind, much like justice.
So, by now you must be asking, "What's the difference?" The difference is that men can see what they are doing is a mistake, women don't even recognize when they have made a mistake. They majority of women consider themselves infallible, while men know we do moronic stuff though most of us won't admit it. It doesn't get much clearer than that.
It tuns out that my post yesterday was just an overreaction. I think the stress from trying to accomplish too many things (stop smoking, form a relationship, school, work, family, etc. etc.) had just piled on too great. I was bound to snap under the pressure of the weight that I put on my own shoulders. Much like Atlas carrying the world on his back, I try to bear the burdens of everything for everyone else. I'm just glad that I have this journal as a source to vent my frustrations before I do something really dumb, like hurt someone I care about.
I'm not exactly sure why, but I am incredibly thirsty today. Maybe I didn't get enough fluids yesterday? Even so, the fact remains that my mouth seems to be dry and I am craving drinkage(TM). It could also just be nerves. Jen is coming over to spend the night, after all. So on top of trying to be a good host to her I also have to keep her hidden because my folks would flip-out if they knew she was there. It's really not that hard though, the house is massive and they never come down to my side of the upstairs hallway with something really important going on. So mostly I'm just nervous about my ability to control myself and having her in the same bed with me.
She is staying the night because I won't get to see her for the rest of the weekend while I am in Atlanta. I still rather not go, but a promise is a promise. I may be lacking in some virtues, but I pride myself on my honesty, honor, and loyalty. I only say things that I mean, unless I am purposely making a joke. I am a man of my word, always have been. So I can't bear to let my friends down by not showing up for the party. Besides the card-flopping, it should still be a good time- drinking, music, and friends always equates to a ruckus good time despite that your memory may fail you the next day during your hangover.
Now don't you get all excited, girls. While men might be stupid, women are just crazy. We try as best we can to try and understand the little eccentric things that you do, but they make no sort of logical sense to us. The majority of men try to live as beings of logic despite the human condition, but women don't even seem to try to accomplish such a noble feat. Women tend to follow their emotions, which is a bad idea. Emotions only get into trouble and cloud your judgment; the heart is blind, much like justice.
So, by now you must be asking, "What's the difference?" The difference is that men can see what they are doing is a mistake, women don't even recognize when they have made a mistake. They majority of women consider themselves infallible, while men know we do moronic stuff though most of us won't admit it. It doesn't get much clearer than that.
It tuns out that my post yesterday was just an overreaction. I think the stress from trying to accomplish too many things (stop smoking, form a relationship, school, work, family, etc. etc.) had just piled on too great. I was bound to snap under the pressure of the weight that I put on my own shoulders. Much like Atlas carrying the world on his back, I try to bear the burdens of everything for everyone else. I'm just glad that I have this journal as a source to vent my frustrations before I do something really dumb, like hurt someone I care about.
I'm not exactly sure why, but I am incredibly thirsty today. Maybe I didn't get enough fluids yesterday? Even so, the fact remains that my mouth seems to be dry and I am craving drinkage(TM). It could also just be nerves. Jen is coming over to spend the night, after all. So on top of trying to be a good host to her I also have to keep her hidden because my folks would flip-out if they knew she was there. It's really not that hard though, the house is massive and they never come down to my side of the upstairs hallway with something really important going on. So mostly I'm just nervous about my ability to control myself and having her in the same bed with me.
She is staying the night because I won't get to see her for the rest of the weekend while I am in Atlanta. I still rather not go, but a promise is a promise. I may be lacking in some virtues, but I pride myself on my honesty, honor, and loyalty. I only say things that I mean, unless I am purposely making a joke. I am a man of my word, always have been. So I can't bear to let my friends down by not showing up for the party. Besides the card-flopping, it should still be a good time- drinking, music, and friends always equates to a ruckus good time despite that your memory may fail you the next day during your hangover.