Sheees…(whata gud way to open this blog-totally eye-catching!) you know, some experiences in life are just soooo forgettable. Sometimes (or oftentimes?) my brain just turns to jello, forgetting all the principles I tried (read—tried!) keeping over the years. This leads me to conclusion that human being (or it only us:men?) are really primates walking on knuckles only deprived of having excessive body hair. I mean how far can we(us:men) go just to prove that we, really are strong, capable, or at least able of doing great things, THE man-all testosterone pumped-up creature we untiringly project to the whole-wide world? And I mean how far can we push the envelop to keep up with this macho image (eherm, in my most low and suave baritone voice—excuse me, what’s baritone?) which is binding us to being stiff(necked) and cold(turkey), rather than the emotional, loving and caring person we really are? How many worms, eerrr women we are willing to hurt just to prove this stupid idea? Enough with the prelude… Still unclear? Let me rephrase the whole hullabaloo, how many women are we goin’ to bed with (have sex, do, slain—these if it still unclear to you) just to boast our ego – which personally, I admittedly is bigger than my brain, two nuts and hanging appendage combined. Not that im doing this, or at least meditating over or will do in the …. Why the hell im so defensive? (and my girl-friends would chide upon reading this in unison – I cant believe u prick!---my homies would say – So your saying your getting layed regularly? Get Ouuut!). Believe me I got my share of ‘getting down and dirty’ experiences. I admit that I really am capable to be an a*hole! A 100 percent dumb-dumb. And I am regretful (and I mean it.) of my not-so amiable ways. Im just so nasty at times.
Going back to the forgettable experiences in life, sometimes urges just come in too strong. Fallible and human as I am (which my friend jeff won’t buy for an excuse..), I succumb to the temptations. I know and I am fully aware that this confession may raise unexpected comments, or may change the way how people sees me, or my girl-friends (take not of the ‘dash’) may give me a good slapping--- because they have all the reasons in the world to. When the smoke clears, (because of my dead skin and dandruff displaced after a good slapping. hehehehehe!) everything boils down to my being imperfect, mortal, weak and frail. Woundedly, everyday I try my best to be a really really good person.
And still going back to the forgettable experiences in life, I just wanna share a little something from my mundane existence. To all the reader who would disagree with me, you can nod your head and continue reading on… and to those who are enraged, you can drop this and continue living your perfect life (and your thinking now, mannnn this is good stuff!) think it over people!
Warning: Anything similar to the story is unintentional. But if it’s really uncannily akin to this, think. It could have been you I am talking about. Shhhhh. Don’t worry, im disclosing names.
Some nights ago (this could come from a distant past, never mind the time frame.) I met someone feisty introduced by a friend. I am always mistaken for being shy. But I have personal reasons for putting fence in between. Going back, well, smooth talker as I am (the RH has already kicked-in), we connected. And ……. Of course nothing happened on that night. Chill, people! I still follow that old adage—no kiss on first date (or is it-no tongue?), but anyhow, we had a good night.
The following meeting was another story. But definitely steamy and ‘callente’. (Waahahaha. Bitin!)
Anyway, I had this certain emotion which I can’t seem to dust-off. Could have been my conscience kicking me in the butt, and its uncomfy. Coyote-ugly. It’s the way some people (active people!) call it. At least the devil has devil has a name. Seriously, its how people feels after hooking up with someone they don’t love… yeah. After the booze had worn-off and urges dived down the following morning, emotions would just sweep you away… However life may have hardened your heart or your ego had anesthetized your temple, somehow you’d still feel the kick… That very instance, when the morning sun hits your face, with very little sleep and your in bed with someone you don’t even know the name or you were just too drunk that night to remember… and that’s how bad things could get.
I can’t really impart any moral lesson over this. I don’t have the credibility to do so. I just want everyone or someone to know that you are not alone…
I’m still trying to keep my life’s journey on track. But life is a school…
Judge me.
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