When Seeking Solace...

DO NOT come to me. I’m utterly pathetic. Perhaps, I’m too practical to be useful.

-Oh common HD, there are so many fishes in the sea...
-There’s only one for me. I only want that one.
-One of the first things we learn about men are their ‘big, fat, unplaced egos’ and we try so hard to avoid it only to find ourselves falling prey to them over and over and over,,,… What’s the damn point?! Now that he’s proven to be nothing but a punch-drunk-egotistical-fool, just tell him to f*** off lar!
-Oh, you just don’t get it, you just don’t…

Okay, right, I’m hopeless with words…so I used songs, to no avail.

-You know, I don’t mean to play the fool, but I think what you’re going through now has a lot of to do with that song..

She can’t say I’m stupid, so she just smiles, saying in one expression what would take many, many words…”Go back to the CRIB !”

To make matters worse, there’s me, trying, again, to seem brilliant by using metaphorical ideas to get the message across.

After receiving a greeting card from one of her many admirers…

-See, I told you there are so many invisible lines surrounding you, just waiting for your ‘inspection’.
-I only want ONE line!
-Hey…..but a line consist of many people….
-Maybe it’s smarter to say ‘I only want a DOT’...
-Ya lar…

Unable to choose her words, she flashed a smile, again, indicating she was ‘so-not-convinced’

-HD! Take a pencil and trace a line from that bloody dot!

Metaphorical jargon doesn’t help as it somehow suggests one needs divine help to move on. That’s why you might find me saying...

-Would you like to have some of my tea?
OR
-You should really have something to eat...
OR
-Man, chocolate would be perfect for this moment...

I can’t blame anyone if they deduce I’m not taking what their saying seriously. I sound bloody retarded anyway. What am I suppose to do? It’s so hard to gauge the situation. I know I’m a good patter, but what if they don’t want a pat on the back?

Goodness! All in all, poor, poor HD. Can’t blame her either. What can we, the fairer sex do, if we keep bumping into incorrigibly useless, spastically slow, brutally self-centered, decidedly dim-witted, insatiably satyric, gluttonous boars, perennially perfidious and oh yes, purposely unhygienic MEN. (Seen one with dirty fingernails every-god-forsaken-day!)

Certainly, it is hardly surprising if we decide, at a very young age to simply have multiple sexual partners and shun perpetual bondage with a member of the male species. They are simply a waste of resources. Period.

Rather than falling ‘blindly’ in love, spawning for the sake of passing on ‘mutated-good-for-nothing’ genes, cooking, cleaning and living under the sole of his feet, perhaps it is better to stretch your arms in bed only to cuddle a bolster instead of a living, breathing, warm masculine body…

Right? Right. Period.

Back to subject matter = oh god, I bloody hell DON’T KNOW! Period!

p.s : Fully realize the potentially volcanic and disastrous outcome of this post. Suggest drinking water and ventilating the lungs with gulps of air prior to writing a comment, especially if you happen to be a male. Am still open for comments, but silence on my part DOES NOT mean mutual understanding.