When do you know that a good friendship has transgressed into the realms of hormones, feelings and love? More specifically, what are the actions that separate being in a "friendship" as understood in the conventional meaning of the word, and being in "love"?
What changes after such a transgression? Do you arrive at an agreement someday that you are no longer "just friends"?
Does it mean that you're allowed to wrap your arms around your (love interest) while watching a movie in a theatre? Does it allow you to promise yourself to each other?
If the relationship was grounded in a strong friendship anyway, why did there arise a need to wrap your arms around your (love interest) in a theatre? Weren't all these emotional insecurities being taken care of while being in the friendship?
Or was this emotional insecurity, the biggest reason for the beginning of the friendship?
What the hell am I talking about?
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Hide. Seek. Confront.
How eloquently
And powerfully
Your eyes
Speak.
I caught them
Telling me
What the future
Holds.
And powerfully
Your eyes
Speak.
I caught them
Telling me
What the future
Holds.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Of Male Insecurity and Conniving Women
What do blackmailers feed off?
Insecurity.
After a fair amount of observing, I conclude that most males are genetically incapable of dealing with emotional blackmail. Even more so when the blackmailer is a pretty-faced, 20-something female.
All it takes to get by the defences of these men is a 50 watt smile, puppy eyes and a prolonged "please". And I swear, it renders the man so hopelessly defenceless, he would even jump off a cliff, if asked to.
But what kind of insecurity are these men overcome with?
It is my hypothesis that the man, as an animal, would be on a constant search for the perfect mate. The search is ceaseless. The concept of conjugal commitment is crap. We're animals.
And I don't remember using 4 'c' words in the same sentence before.
When showered by the attention of a comely woman, I believe the man immediately considers his mating prospects. This is when he completely lets his guard down. The sucker punch gets delivered then.
And the female. The conniving, blackmailing female. She completely feeds off this. And she takes from the man till he can give no more. Some men try to pass off their helplessness as chivalry. But since when has chivalry become the domain of the weak?
If you read this and gun for my head, remember: you're probably that male or female I just talked about. SHAME ON YOU!
Insecurity.
After a fair amount of observing, I conclude that most males are genetically incapable of dealing with emotional blackmail. Even more so when the blackmailer is a pretty-faced, 20-something female.
All it takes to get by the defences of these men is a 50 watt smile, puppy eyes and a prolonged "please". And I swear, it renders the man so hopelessly defenceless, he would even jump off a cliff, if asked to.
But what kind of insecurity are these men overcome with?
It is my hypothesis that the man, as an animal, would be on a constant search for the perfect mate. The search is ceaseless. The concept of conjugal commitment is crap. We're animals.
And I don't remember using 4 'c' words in the same sentence before.
When showered by the attention of a comely woman, I believe the man immediately considers his mating prospects. This is when he completely lets his guard down. The sucker punch gets delivered then.
And the female. The conniving, blackmailing female. She completely feeds off this. And she takes from the man till he can give no more. Some men try to pass off their helplessness as chivalry. But since when has chivalry become the domain of the weak?
If you read this and gun for my head, remember: you're probably that male or female I just talked about. SHAME ON YOU!
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Update
The Disclaimer has been updated as thus:
The Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is. Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica, such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour, transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs, Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
The Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is. Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica, such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour, transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs, Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Of Godzilla and Neutered Thoughts
Godzilla had the right ideas. And it only just occurred to me. By reserving the benefits of inherent asexuality for only a few species, Mother Nature dealt us humans a tough one.
Our wise friend Godzilla didn't bother looking around for prospective mates. Otherwise, it's only one's guess what the dating scene in the giant lizards community, would have been like.
Imagine this dinner date:
Waiter: What would you like to order, sir?
Male Godzilla: I will take 2 crates of Tuna. And what about you, love?
Female Godzilla: Teeheehee. And I will take 5 freshly stomped New Yorkers.
The fish industry would be the most profitable business ever. And there would be no such thing as a population explosion. But that's not the point.
Godzilla didn?t have to care about emotional securities. Its urges must have been restricted to primal or maternal ones. Life must be so much simpler when you don?t have to consider settling down in relationships.
No feelings. No emotions. No getting rejected by prospective mates. No searching for new ones. No strings attached. Just impregnate your own self during the breeding season.
Procreation, as easy as blowing your nose.
Alas. It is the sensible ones who are despised by the hoi polloi. Like some wise man once quipped, ?The only perfect man to have walked on Earth, got crucified.?
But for inspiring me to think asexually. For neutering my thoughts. For helping me bring my attention to where it is needed. To help me concentrate on my work better. Here?s paying homage to Godzilla, my newest hero!
Err, or would that be ?heroine??
Our wise friend Godzilla didn't bother looking around for prospective mates. Otherwise, it's only one's guess what the dating scene in the giant lizards community, would have been like.
Imagine this dinner date:
Waiter: What would you like to order, sir?
Male Godzilla: I will take 2 crates of Tuna. And what about you, love?
Female Godzilla: Teeheehee. And I will take 5 freshly stomped New Yorkers.
The fish industry would be the most profitable business ever. And there would be no such thing as a population explosion. But that's not the point.
Godzilla didn?t have to care about emotional securities. Its urges must have been restricted to primal or maternal ones. Life must be so much simpler when you don?t have to consider settling down in relationships.
No feelings. No emotions. No getting rejected by prospective mates. No searching for new ones. No strings attached. Just impregnate your own self during the breeding season.
Procreation, as easy as blowing your nose.
Alas. It is the sensible ones who are despised by the hoi polloi. Like some wise man once quipped, ?The only perfect man to have walked on Earth, got crucified.?
But for inspiring me to think asexually. For neutering my thoughts. For helping me bring my attention to where it is needed. To help me concentrate on my work better. Here?s paying homage to Godzilla, my newest hero!
Err, or would that be ?heroine??
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