There is a lot of discrepancy between the nature of the man and woman and the way they naturally think. This is the main problem that leads to the miscommunication.
The man looks at the woman from one perspective, her physical equipments. The woman does not like that. She wants him to admire her personality, mind and soul. The woman looks at the man from one angle, his mental capabilities. The man does not like that. He wants her to admire his physical equipments too, and how he does with her in bed (sound ridiculous hah? I am not kidding I swear they ask about that). The man in attracted to the woman’s outside. The woman is attracted the man’s inside. The man loves with his eyes. The woman loves with her ears. The man looks at the woman as the final target of an exhaustive approach. The woman looks at the man as a bridge to other dreams, as just a corner stone in a big building that includes a family, children who satisfy her maternity instinct, independent house that she masters, freedom from the control of the parents, security of her future, stability of her life after her appeal is gone. The man has a tunnel vision and sees only one thing. The woman has an extra wide field of vision that sometimes the man is hardly seen in the picture. If the two just have in their nature more things in common. If at least, at least, at least they become aware and understand that natural difference and work it out, a lot of problems won’t exist.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Love is a son of a bitch
Love is really a son of a bitch. It is like a drug that makes you lose reality and dissolve in a dream. A dream you don’t want to wake up from. Love turns your life upside down. It flips over all your priorities. What is important became not and what is not important became a must. It changes your life style, habits, needs, likes and dislikes. You lose insight and judgment. You ignore all the warning signs. You feel you are running in a one way road, you can’t stop and you can’t go back. Love deletes the “undo “button in your life. Everything will be “Do”. Love acts like a very deceiving lens. It magnifies all your lover’s good and minimizes all his bad. Love makes you admire your lover’s bad as you admire the good. When you hear people talking about your lover you hide behind the door to listen to what they say and you don’t want them to finish. Love makes you selfish and possessive. You don’t want anyone to share you a little bit of your lover. Love makes you feel you own him. Love makes you jealous and every time you find a proof of your lover innocence you keep looking for more proofs. Love makes you a slave to your lover while you try all the time to be the master. After all, we can not live without it. It is the indispensable evil in this life.
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