For tonight…
We’re going to sort it all out!
Long talk later. I’m really sure about some stuff, but on the other hand, I’m even more confused than I was.
I made some promisses though. I promissed to pretend nothing ever happened, so now I have to shut up about it. And I will.
I’ll never get “men” though.
Are men more afraid of getting hurt?
Or are they just dishonest? (Phrase used by Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean)
Maybe men are just really from Mars and women really are from Venus, because I’ll never understand the reasoning that goes behind some of the things men do and say.
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Men are as unpredictable and ungettable as women.
It’s frustrating at times, it’s tearjerking at times, it’s horrible at times, but isn’t it just that that makes it the most interesting and attractive? For some odd reason people are not going for the easiest way (that’d be too easy, just pinking a random person from the street and live happily ever after) but they’re reaching for the impossible. The perfect. The ueber-relationship. Won’t settle down for anything less than perfect. (Trust me, I know.)
In that sense it doesn’t surprise me that the most complicated women are looking for the most complicated men (and vice versa) meanwhile complaining that the opposite sex is too complicated to deal with.
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PS Men are terryfied of getting hurt, not more then girls are. But men try to hide it under a layer of bravoury, of indifferency. It’s not “manly” to cry and to be insecure. But I can assure you that sometimes men behave in a rather strange way (taking distance instead of getting closer though they’d really love to come as close as possible) *because* they’re afraid to get hurt. Hey, they might’ve been hurt before and are simply afraid to get their self-esteem trashed because some girl turns them down. After all, men are just human, as are girls :-)
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You know, that makes me feel a lot better, it really does.
I was doing OK today anyway, even though I only had a couple of hours of sleep.
I think that the reason I’m ok now, is because I suddenly managed to see the big picture. Now it’s only a matter of time before I really get over it.
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I sometimes say “time fixes everyting”. Most of the time I mean it in a rather sarcastic way, if you wait long enough, a couple of million years, the earth simply ceases to excist and you’re quite sure by then all current problems are gone.
But in a more realistic way it stays true. Sometimes you’re stuck. And all you need to see the big picture, to let it all fall in place, is some time and some well-meant words from people, and then some more time.
Time is a magical yet strange thing. Think about it. Time is the main source of stress in our daily (western) lives, but it’s also the main source of relief.
Ah well, I could write pages about it, and they won’t help you at all. :-) I just hope that time and some kind words and thoughts might help, a little.
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Even after the life that i’ve lived so far i still don’t understand women, even though i’m getting to know them better ;-)
Murf said it in just the right way..
Why can’t these two species live together and enjoy themself and one another without the constant struggle it seems to take? I intend to find out!
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Sunday one of my brothers had an interesting theory… Time and space are both fictional.
(I love how my brothers have grown up and are all phylosophical sometimes :-) )
But yeah, time heals most wounds and turns some of them into scars. Long live time ;-)