My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
The first thing you should do is break down and cry. We have to endure this tactic constantly, let’s fight fire with fire men. Women can’t stand when men cry either… they will think you are one of two things. She will either reject you even more for being a pansy ass cry baby OR she will suddenly “connect” with you on another level and take you back as her new “sensitive man.” Cutting onions helps.
Date her friend. You have a 50/50 chance of making her jealous and isn’t it worth the two week investment for revenge? Who cares if the dish is cold or not…
As soon as the words “No you suck” come out of her mouth begin to converse with God. Ensure you add some head nods and frantic whispering. This will make her so uncomfortable that it will offset your own discomfort from being rejected. Well played sir.
Make a Youtube video and send it to her begging her to take you back… even if you have never dated before…
Stare at her for five minutes without saying anything and then nonchalantly say “I wasn’t talking to you.”
Tell her with a straight face “Well too bad! You just missed out on dating a super hero!” Then run away making a “motor sound” with your mouth. Move your arms really fast too, it makes you seem like you’re moving at super human speed!
Yell “I hate women!” and walk away. For some reason this always gets women…
Be strong men. Being rejected by women is simply our little piece of hell on this planet. At least they provided alcohol here.
She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.
Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.
The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.
It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.
“She says she wants to shine a light into the darkness,” but thinks a blog will not accomplish the deed. Does she not realize that with every eye that looks upon her words, a heart might possibly be softened? A mind might be altered slightly? The power to share, to care, and to allow ourselves to affect others… “affect” because we are indeed changing them. It is a scary thought for some and this is not some super power we speak of. It is the power to care and that is a very human quality. That is a character trait that should never be overlooked and instead should be embraced.
A borderless world is social media. This land that we stand in now, these people of all colors and no color at all, their personalities created on fonts called Calibri and Times New Roman. And yet we know them as we do a character from a story we love to reread in the night. These connections are real, as much as some may scoff at silly chains of necessary friendship. These men adorn themselves with lofty titles of “Opinionated Man.” Ignore the wind, it is only the wind from America.
If you want to paint then paint. But if you want to change the world of others then paint the sun. Alter not only their perception, but their reality as well. Do this with pen, brush, keyboard, or word but do it because you do have the power. You have the power to care.