Boys are stupid throw rocks at them. . .
Hey...
Well this past week has been a busy one. Its been both Alix and my birthday. We stayed at the Marriot in town and had dinner at the jade budda (for another choc budda. . . mm) Which was really nice, it was a great birthday pressent. Then on sunday we had dinner with a whole lot of friends which was great. And then, to top the best birthday thing ever off. . . . My point above is made.
Why do boys do the dumb, dumb DUMB things they do. I just dont get the thought process that comes with saying
"Hey, i decided to not sleep with you for a while. I decided to pretend about pretty much everything and toy with you a bit. Most importantly, i decided i wouldn't tell you for a while, just for kicks."
Does this sound overboard to you? Well it sure does to me. And there would have to be a reason behind something like that, right? like, hmm, i dont know. i want to talk more. So instead of saying, hey it would be nice to sit down and have a chat more. . . no . . that would be the logical thing to do.
SO it has come to my reasoning that boys are not logical. They do think, just not enough about stuff they should give more thought. They dont think of responses, they dont think of the effects of what they say or do. they just think, hey that sounds like fun lets try that. not, hey that could be a real sucky idea. Especially when it concerns not just them.
And lastly, to further drill in my point of absolute lack of logic, look at the cause effect idea. Now, in all practicality, the cause effect idea should actually go : reason -> cause -> effect.
Reason: Want to talk more, and do less of the physical relationship bit.
Cause: Lays of the sex. Fine.
Effect: Major confusion et hurt.
Does anyone else see a major flaw in the logic here?
I do. Really, does it not make more sense to um, i dont know, TALK about talking more. rather than not.?? or maybe i'm just an idiot. But to me, seriously, it would be a hell of a lot more logical, if the end result wanted is more communication, would be to damn well talk about it.
I know i ranting. I know that. i dont care. Its my blog and i'll winge if i want to.
And i know that theres been stuff going on, i know that. I know that it must seem like i'm a bitching, winging girlfriend. But im damn well mad about it.