Is the grass always greener?
We tend to think, especially when we are young, that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. An idiotic idiom, aye? The truth is that the grass is rarely greener. Whether it be relationships, jobs, or locations on this crazy rock we call home, the next person, job, or locale is rarely better than the last.
Let’s discuss careers. I was in a job that was incredibly dangerous. The pay was decent, but I worked crazy hours. I never knew when I’d get off of work. It had its positives, but the money, although good, wasn’t good enough to counter the risk. The job I have now is consistent. I work the same hours every week, but the money is laughable. I go into work before dawn, but I get off at the same time every afternoon. It definitely has its positives, but like anything in our lives, it has its negatives as well.
Let us now discuss locations. Since I was a wee lad, I dreamt of a mistical land, called Hibernia. I read every book I could find on this phantasmal island on the edge of Europe. I read of myths and legends of yore. As I got older, I read of rebels, rebellions, and political and religious upheaval. I still love Ireland and will love it until the day I die, but I am not Irish. Genetically speaking, yes, I am majority Irish, but what is it to be genetically Irish or Irish at all? A question for another day, perhaps?
Now, let’s discuss the elephant in the room. Perhaps you didn’t pick up on it, but I placed relationships first for a reason. My heart is heavy. I’m sitting in my office with a hot cuppa Earl Grey. The sun is setting below a layer of ashen clouds as blackbirds fight for the scraps of summer. They know, as I do, that mother winter is near.
When we are young men and women, we tend to jump from one relationship to another like we’re playing hot potato or musical chairs. It’s hilarious, really, but it is how we learn what we like and what we don’t. As we get older, we grow as people and we hopefully gain a wee bit of wisdom along the way. Some people never learn.
I can, of courser, only speak from my own male perspective, so I’m going to stick to that instead of wrongly giving examples for both sides. In my younger days, I’d be with my girlfriend and see another woman with a bigger butt, longer legs, or red hair, and think that I needed that woman. I’ve always been a sucker for a redhead. It’s in my DNA. As I found out the hard way, that other woman with a different physical attribute or a better personality wasn’t always better. Sometimes, I’d wish later on that I’d stayed with the woman I had been with.
These are things that we should learn in our teens. The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. That new job is not always better. That magical place that you think you can run away to will not solve your problems. Your problems follow you wherever you go. Face them and keep moving. Life will knock you on your arse. Get up, dust yerself off, and keep moving.
The girlfriend and I are going through a bit of a rough patch. That would be putting it mildly, but I’ll refrain from airing our laundry in public. I met a friend for supper the other night that I’ve known for about a year. I needed a night out. She obliged. I had no other intent except to talk and catch up. I am an honourable man. At least I like to think I am. Nothing happened between us. In fact, I spent a lot of the evening talking about my little lady.
There’s only one woman that is my heaven on earth and my Oppenheimer. The woman terrifies me. She could destroy me with a sentence or raise me to the highest mountain with a word. She’s as bold as brass but fragile as glass. I’d travel to the end of the earth for that woman. There’s a lot going on in my life, but the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing on my mind as I fall off to sleep is her. In some ways, she is my world. That’s something you have to be careful about. You can lose yourself in a relationship. No one wants to date themselves. A subject for another day, perhaps? I’ll leave you with a wee poem. Until tomorrow? 🙂
Eyes that sparkle with brilliance,
like brilliant diamonds carved
from the purest of azure seas.
Dazed by your light,
I staggered into the shade
to admire your exquisiteness.
Now, in the darkness,
I relaise what is absent
from my existence, you.
Need to be Needed
Let’s face it, gents, the Modern Woman doesn’t need us for anything. They’ve got their toys, they’ve got their government subsidies. They don’t need us for anything. People ask me why I think men have become weaklings over the past few decades. That along could constitute a five page long diatribe of theories.
But there is one that I have personal experience with, needing to be needed. The modern woman doesn’t need us. We’re a joke to them at this point, or at least, a token of entertainment. The only thing we are needed for at all is reproduction, but they can always go to a bank for that.
It seems from my own experience, the less we’re needed, the less manly we feel. Men need to be needed. Even if it’s something small. Most decent men are desperate to help or to be needed. And, if we are wanted. Well, that is the best feeling in the world.
As government has crept into every aspect of our lives, women have become men and men have become women. The roles got thrown out of wack. It’s a shambles. If a man is made to feel useless, he has no reason for being. Feeling needed and/or wanted is the greatest feeling in the world. But, when a man is made to feel useless, a third class citizen, he loses hope and becomes a weakling.
I’m not a Beta male. I’m just stating the facts. For any man “Out There” today, you’ll eventually have to deal with the “Modern Woman”. There are still some great women in this world that have not been corrupted, but they are few and far between.
I believe that women should have all the rights I have, but feminism has destroyed this country. It broke up the family. They say they stopped domestic violence. Ha! I’d expect that there are more fights now than ever before! In fact, there are statistics to prove it!
These modern women laugh and joke about not needing a man, yet they take government funds. Who pays the majority of the taxes in this country?! MEN!!! Women do pay more sales tax, but they spend more.
I love women. I’m not trying to start a battle of the sexes here. If you love a man, act like you need him every once in a while even if you don’t. You women are smarter. Use those beautiful brains for something other than destroying us. We may be gruff on the outside, but on the inside we’re just boys trying to impress you. 😉
This video is from a few days ago. I burned all of the hard copies of my best poetry. I will not write anymore for the foreseeable future. No one gives a damn. Why should I rip my heart out for nothing? I do have a flare for the dramatic. 🙂
Today, I am starting a new adventure. Instead of blogging daily on Facebook and making them money, I’ll being blogging on my own site. Some posts may be brilliant while others may be lackluster. That’s the nature of humanity. I can’t write brilliantly from a mobile device.34.829838-82.6015206
I am working on a way to pay to Facebook without actually posting to Facebook. This is just a test. 😀
Jefferson Davis Rants #1
Do you know what really grinds my gears?
When I think about how I pay for a server/hosting that I don’t use, it turns my stomach. I’m a necessary tightwad. I love a good deal. I’d never pay for any other service without using it. I should be ashamed of myself! I’m starting a series of rants that I’ll post every day. I have to get back in the habit of writing daily.
This wee post is a start to the future of this blog. I may rant about traffic one day and relationships the next day. You may get butt hurt by reading these rants, but life is tough so suck it up buttercup. I may make you laugh. I may make you cry. At the end of the day, it’s my soapbox to stand on in this quiet corner of the internet.
I’ll be back tomorrow! 🙂