Women 101
WANT.
Women say they know what they want and they tell you what it is that they want but they don't really want what they say they want, in fact, at times they want the exact opposite of what they say they want but they want people to pay attention to what they say and at the same time know that they don't really want what they say they want and therefore totally dismiss what they say and instead focus on what can be at best a lucky guess at what women really want instead of what they say they want.
That really doesn't leave much room for honesty in a relationship because the only way to keep a woman happy is to manipulate her into wanting what you want her to want irrespective of what she says she wants because in actual fact women don't know what they want, they only like to pretend that they do. But they don't care about this, they simply want to want something or the other at any given time and they want to have that something whether it is what they say they want or that which they don't say they want, they just want to want to have it. This is why manipulative men get laid a lot more than the honest kind and nice guys finish last and why more men than women cheat in a relationship because if you can somehow tap into what a woman wants and give it to her she will belong right to you irrespective of what someone else has on offer or what someone else has given whether they wanted it or not, right and wrong, loyalty and fidelity are overshadowed completely by desire. Or else you can manipulate your woman into wanting what you want her to want, which is surprisingly easy once you've gotten past the fact that she doesn't really ever want you to be honest with her even though she said so. Unless you fucked up in which case the only reason she wants you to be honest is so she can feel vindicated for fucking around on you the day of the valima when she went for her makeup but got stuffed instead.
Conclusion: Women are full of shit and should not be taken seriously, however they LOVE for you to pretend like they are in fact not full of shit. So if you wanna get laid, give her all the drama your mama taught ya, because end of the day, men only want one thing and women are the only ones who can give it. SO when its a trade off between scruples and pussy, always, ALWAYS choose pussy. Scruples can get you into heaven in about one million years so ... Pussy is heaven.
Comments
Are you trying to show that you've grown up? From a cry baby to a grown misogynist...
If we had the ability to manipulate time, it could've been easily the journel of abondoned child growing in resentment, or are you trying desperately to fit some psychoanalytic cliche?
I am really confused.
I've seen deviants, none so textbook:D
P.S
You've been patient with me :D
Why not abandon that for now and get angry :P
Also, though i enever held you in higher esteem, this was lower than my expectation
You haven't written well in ages, though. Guess her perfume's finally wearing off, eh?
Smile!
What i wrote is so blatantly utter shit that i wonder why anyone would even bother commenting on it. I had expected was some women to maybe to take offense but your continued efforts to proclaim yourself as the be all end all of personal opinion through even this post astounds me. I had a certain respect for you once, based primarily on the fact that you made your arguments well, like a good manager you knew how to introduce your logic and how to justify it. But you use it so frivolously, with such graceless abandon that its become comical now. At least majaz meant what she said, you seem to say things just because you are in the mood to marvel at your own ability to fan your own ego. Either way, if you want to take this to heart and assume that anything said in this post means anything more than an angry rant than its your choice, as far as i'm concerned, its an 'lol' moment between a couple of friends bitching and whining about their significant others for no reason other than to have a meaningless laugh and be able to redefine in them the ability to find joy in the stupidest things like they did back in kindergarten. And you thought i was trying to be mature? If you are trying to be a psycho analyst, i'd suggest you don't. And if you psycho analyze this response as an angered/perturbed/annoyed when, imagine me smirking and shaking my head in pity.
As for you E, i haven't written well in a while because i'm not writing anymore. Her perfume's worn off, the memory has dwindled, and i'm way too busy to give my thoughts the attention they deserve, sadly and unfortunately for now the blog has become sort of a scrap book you keep with you during a meeting to write 'fucking idiot' when y ou feel like saying it to the man writing the pay cheque, but don't because you know that far greater than saying it to him now is proving it to everyone in the audience with your rebuttal when your turn comes.
My apologies to everyone who comes here still in search of whatever they found interesting about my writing but for now this blog is venting space for the here and now, not the past.
In blogger world few can laugh or rather actually stomach criticisms.
Point is, its actually hard for people to take writing as writing and try to understand it.
One of the closest friends I had, we couldn't stand each other's pieces and spent hours trashing each other's narratives word by word. According to him I was prententious and closeted and i thought he was trying so hard to feel what he didnt infact :) It never effected the camaraderie we had.
I don't care about you losing respect for me, as I dont care about you... I actually always thought and never made a secret of it that i like the flow in your narrative. Other things I didn't like and i was vocal about that too.
I care for the writing, and specially nowadays when I have abandoned reading as general, blogsphere is where i come to read.
I don't need to, but let me clearify one of things you may hold against me.
You should read "To women,as far as I am concerned" and you'll see what similarity was i talking about.
And why can't i take offense? A lot of people try to be politically correct, and some actually hold principles and respectable opinions about gender... You post would offend any of those, and you can include in whatever category you want.
My criticism was never about you before today, its about the pieces you write, and ofcourse I want you to write more so that i can read more.
You did take it personal, and believe me my p.s was only trying to make you do that ( Lame and somewhat insensitive I admit, but I was curious and its been some time and i needed to make a judgement, which by the way is better that you think it'd be).
As far as me not understanding this post is concerned, I did mention that I was confused how to analyze it. I never asserted anything with confidence, but questioned admitting my own confusion.
Vanity and the extense of it defines a lot of what we are... I won't deny that I am vain.
But my friend, in the same para, where you asking me to stay away from psychoanalysis, you did that for me. ( I dont expect you to admit, as that'd be asking a lot)
Its not about vanity here, it never was... Its about the narrative.
P.S
To piss off some of your admirers, i have to a have a p.s. dont I ? Btw, dont you feel suffocated admist all this praise with not a single creative critique, I could stand it and I didnt ever when it came to writng ?
I respect you more than I thought I would. You did prove me wrong.
I was always impressed by how you took Barooq's comments because you were probably the only blogger who laughed with us, instead of finding our laughter offensive. Unlike other pretentious hags I've found online, Barooq's responses don't make them realize that the world is not a pocket full of pansies that praises them all the time. When you write, you must expect to be thrashed apart and sometimes most of the joy comes from that and that alone. And Barooq and I have always liked your narrative, we've always discussed your writing and believed that you were one of the better writers... even though we did feel that you had hung on too long and too strong.
What I don't seem to understand is the bitterness that has suddenly come in your response. Barooq has always been like this and he's made it pretty clear that he doesn't hate your writing.. he just is saying what he thinks. Try seeing it that way, Beknighted, maybe what I'm saying will make more sense that way.
You should keep writing, I like your short stories and I like your dramatic (not the whiny kind, please) bloody tales (fictional ones) and I think you're more worth reading than most of the acerbic crap I have gotten to read in the past. Having said that, you should also keep enjoying the variety of comments you get on this blog. Not all of them will appease your ego either and not all of them will mean as true harm as your army of defenders seem to think it means. :)
As for this post ... I was glad to see you writing again. Keep blogging, ok? Or you won't write until only nice things are uttered, eh?
:)
Chalo... for what it's worth, there's mine too.
Word verification:
(and this one goes out to you, Beknighted)
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As for being offended by Barooq, not at all, by his comment, yeah because i miss the point in criticizing something which is so obviously idiotic at best. Especially from someone who has actually given me food for thought on pieces that actually did mean something.
Majaz, pertinent advice yet again. Your POV matters even more since you belong to the gender squarely in my pistol scope :P Its just frustrating more than anything else after a certain threshold of putting up with it is crossed but in the end what man would not succumb to the confusion of being with a caring, even if sporadically so, woman than the oblivion of being without one. I, and everyone who's ever known this blog will testify to this, know that oblivion too well to not want to avoid it. And yet the right to still be bamboozled by this 'trait' in women to the extent of being pissed off remains with me, and i will use it even if it is only to purge here rather than to the lady in question's face.
Don't think anyone would disagree with that strategy.
And how is it that you two can actually offer praise that tastes like venom???
Thanku nonetheless, i felt an attempt at damage control. Guess you aren't ready to give on your test subject yet huh?
If i'm a lab rat, then I'd like my wheel already.
Now if you want to curse women to hell, give them up all together, move into an ashram and call yourself a symbol of austerity and supremacy, that's when I'd stop considering it worth my time.
As for the rescue bit, sweet of you go mushy on us because I'm commenting on a blogger we both read, but Barooq's a big boy and I'm pretty sure he can take care of himself. :P
Being pissed off at a woman in particular and women in general doesn't have a fine line, it's got a great wall of China between it and that's where being a misogynist comes in. If you think that your significant other's behavior in your significant relationship can define how all significant women are in their significant relationships, you've got another thing coming. That's why I asked you to make sure if she's worth it. And not wanting to be oblivious of a woman's charm is not a very good excuse to be in a relationship. Sometimes we are in love because we are in love with the idea of love, the satisfaction of having someone hear us out with stars in their eyes, being pscyhosocially approved in our own eyes of being with someone, as compared to the weight of being single and alone on a birthday, during a movie or simply during Saturday night.
I don't know much about your relationships and how you are with women as such, so I really cannot comment much on what you should and shouldn't do with your life. But I will say this. No one should try being happy pursuing certain goals just because everyone around them is pursuing those goals. If you've got a woman just because you like to have a woman - you are disrespecting her, yourself and that relationship.
Bottom line. If it ain't worth it, it ain't worth it. Find someone who makes you just as happy as you make her.
ARGH.
that's a great line, majaz.
beknighted, i've written enough pieces about all men being bastards, yet as soon as i read this, i opened up the comment box to leave a super bitchy comment about how you'd have to be with a woman to know what they're like! thank god i read your response to barooq before getting all worked up.
i do think that most people don't know what they want though. men may delude themselves into believing that they do cause that's just the way they're wired. perhaps women are more comfortable with the unknown. i definitely haven't got a clue what the hell i want. i know many men and women who think they want a nice guy or girl but consistently fall for assholes.
people are weird and fucked up.
It DOES sound like this piece people :( A LOT
And yes, I don't need rescuing :)
That was the one of the foundations on which we built our togetherness ( me and Majaz), none of us needed to be saved.
Heh, either way god bless you both and your rose colored glasses.
Thank you for the blessings, Beknighted (you do remember you're invited to the wedding, right?) but I'm afraid we broke our glasses a long time ago. Now we see nothing but our 'basic naked selves' ...
And yes. I understand the innuendo.
ok i'll admit it, my first instinct was to write "bitches n hoes, yo...fucking bitches n hoes". then the lurrvers came in and got so serious that i couldn't derail the discussion completely!
one day, i'll learn to reconcile my feminist side with my misogynistic side (which actually raises the question: can a female be a misogynist? apparently yes, according to google).
The poem? please read and tell me you dont see a pattern.
And Sarah! your sarcasm sounds like a 60 year old aunt, who doesn't like anything about the young :D I wonder why. And please dont rely on google to know feminism, some of the people around here did exactly that and those imbeciles sound so ridiculous that Simone De Bouvier will be tossing and turning in her grave. Start with her if you have time. But then again, who am I kidding? I forget that the intellectual discourse and reason is hardly a part of blogworld....
And for all my objections, at least phitaymaun never tried to sound intellectual, which is a virtue worth admiring...
i am being absolutely honest here, and don't mean to come off as patronizing but you are very young and endearingly serious. at a point, i took the 'blogworld' that seriously too. i actually meant the lurrvers bit almost affectionately cause you both strike me as a really cute couple with a lot in common (although i admit that i like her more).
i really wish you'd drop the smilies though.
I dont take blogworld seriously. I take discourse seriously Sarah, and there is a difference. In case you haven't noticed, if i stumble across an idiot, it doesn't take any time for me to change course.
And for some time now, I am away and don't have time, you had known that had you known me, dropping a comment here and there and hoping for a good discussion is only an attempt (admittedly a feeble one) to feed the cravings. Outcome doesn't matter, I am no more cynical about blogging than i was when I started blogging (a hard drive wipeout being the only reason )
And as for smilies, how can i drop something that pisses you off that much:)
Also, we have something in common, I like her more too
The feeling I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
You'd better abandon all ideas of feelings altogether.
Barooq, ma man, yur an incorrigible prick but dude, Kudos for that line!
Now that's the kinda stuff that turns em to mushy puddles of whatever we want them to be, illustrates my point so well. Play the game and play it well, eh?
And for you and Sarah, thanks for raising my comment count but really show some loveeeee already, we're all friends here, opinionated, judgmental, cunning and often hypocritical , but still friends.
Majaz, that sounds like something i would say (in a much better way of course)but than again you don't shy away from the acerbic crap yourself. In fact you coined the term... i see gray in you girl, and the hint of a fragrance that's like my side of town
We should write together.
Also, when is the wedding?
Beknighted.
That was the poem Barooq was talking about. The one by D. H. Lawrence, which he found your post to be an echo of (with due respect and apologies to you and Lawrence both .. there I go with the venomous praise again!). The cutest part about your response is that you, unknowingly, oh-so-unwittingly, accepted the very curious aspect Barooq pointed it. They did sound familiar. Barooq rules. Aho. :P
So if you find gray and fragrance of acerbic crap based on that above italicized comment of mine, you should be writing with Lawrence. And gay. So. I see a future. ;)
As for being a muddle of mush and puddle of mudd, you guys should know better than to feel bitter about knowing when to smarm up to a woman and of course call her glowing and beautiful and the only woman in the world worthy of your gaze, even when she's seven months pregnant with a zit the size of a tiny golf ball. Because heaven knows, women put up with enough shit with men. They deserve a little sweet talk.
Barooq's a rogue Ph. D. in it and if anything you gotta love the guy even more for it. Sometimes I don't want to be told the deep-rooted philosophy in a sunset and the romance associated with it (although we've had similar discussions and friends have called us the couple who'll quote and discuss Shakespeare to each other on our wedding) and I just want to hear that he loves the feeling of his arm next to mine. That's it. That's just it. I just want to be told he loves me and that's nothing more I need to feel on top of the world.
The wedding is at the end of this year, you're invited, I'm trying to gather all beautiful, single, available women to line up at the buffet table for you.
So. Heh.
Still want to write together?? :P
Have worked with other writers before, all women since i prefer women and their innate abilities in anything not to do with picking up heavy things, i love the female mind though it exasperates me and you possess a rather rare specimen, at least that's how it seems to me so far.
As for the sweet talk, thankyou for admitting that utter bill shit is what the female system needs to validate itself as opposed to honesty and trust. And Kudos to the 'Rooq for being good at it, no man with a woman is not good at it. And Congrats to you for having a man who posses that skill, i see a happy future ahead of ya.
But really do you deny that you have an acerbic side? That the grey isn't there? If you were all white i'd be wondering why the dude loves you cuz it would be really really boring to be with you.
And please steer clear of the beautiful women, they tend to be shallow and vain, find me someone who doesn't stand out in a crowd for her face or her figure but for her ability to see through me.
White isn't white anymore and gray has become the chaand-taara color of the flag. In any case, I'm still adamant to retain at least some of the white. Even though it makes me feel that my entire life will be spent in this consistent albeit sidetracked desire to find the land over the rainbow. But that's just about it with my idealism: I keep it in the 'emergency only' drawer.
We're back to square one, discussing sweet talk. Blog karma it may be, and I'm back to comprehending your core issue with women, hypocrisy vs. mush, which is a sure sign that either you're in a relationship which doesn't offer you as much as you would like ... or it probably asks you to suppress what you would want to say. Meaning that if you're getting to be who you are in the entire ride, a couple of moments of sweet nothings shouldn't matter as much. Evidently they do and that tells me there's something more to it than just hypocrisy vs. mush.
Women are simple enough if they fall in love with the right person and the same rule applies to the sturdier sex. At the risk of repeating myself, Barooq and I have been nothing but what we are. That's why sweet talk doesn't create the friction between us that it seems to be creating with you. Now, that certainly does not mean I am comparing relationships here. I want to simply emphasize that if you get what you want 90% of the time... there isn't any harm in letting go of the 10%. Psychoanalytically speaking, you've got deeper issues than mush-talk.
I agree to writing together. Only if you promise that the first piece we'll write will be about people craving glory and sadness that do not exist. If you pass this test, you're going to go for the gold: a no-hypocrisy challenge. I'll set you up with a girl who will look like someone who hasn't been near a beauty spa for ages but will totally dig your crap.
:P
She is pretty :P I mean real pretty :P
:P
Plus i posted a dissertation sized comment in response to Majaz's which seems to have disappeared and i really cannot do that over so sorry Majaz but u missed out on a chance to be REALLY pissed off at me:P
To deny that beauty matters, and matters a lot is simply hypocritical. The only real truth is what is tangible, the only real truth is body, all else that is deemed sacred, or 'not shallow' depend upon the verisimilitude of body for its existence, though i dont deny that it does exist, but I emphasize that it doesn't without the body.
If you have a lot of free time and brain to mess with, try Deleuze and Guattari.
Anyway it was joke saying that she is pretty hence I love her, but then again I dont love because someone is 'not shallow' or a whole list of other reasons.
The question of "why" and "what" to love, or reducing love into tiny components and regime of signs ( I dont care about beauty but intelligence or care for example)is something I am not comfortable with. I pasted something some time back on why the questions of what and why are insignificant when it comes to love, you can read that here
http://barooq.blogspot.com/2006/11/derrida-on-lmour.html
The summary is, its stupid to waste time in finding the reasons for your love for a personal, where there isn't enough time to love anyway.
You will however agree, i hope, that the world for the most part is logical, and us humans, by extention are also logical in our search for the hows and the whys of life.
I'll be the first to admit that Love in all its form is primarily a n inevitable consequence of the human condition, whether its flawed, like old age, or genius, like free will, is a matter of opinion. But just like those two things i mentioned, its equally impossible to explain why this thing exists or how it came to be. But the fact that its impossible does not mean that we don't question it, that we don't test it,
I for the longest time beieved that my love was too pure to be classified or vindicated with a logical reason until i realized that the purest of my affection was for the lady in questions breasts more so than anything else, that's a rude awakening when you are 16 and sure of everything.
At 21, i thought that this utter helplessness to do anything even remotely divergent from the desires of the beloved must be a harbinger of that fabled love that drives men insane enough to go to war over, of all things, a woman.
But that also failed when i was confronted by me ego which challenged me to retain my own identity even if it meant losing the one woman i know for a fact i will yearn for and 'love' (in the most conventional and the most complex sense) for ever. And i drew conclusions from it which get challenged every day so i edit my beliefs a little and reinforce the rest and keep faith only in the very real and tangible existence of my own satisfaction.
Whether it comes from the physical beauty of another, or her charming ways, or her ability to carry on a discussion with intellectual overtones well into infinity, it is essentially my satisfaction that i will love her for or because of. This mind you is why love hurts as much as it does because it is our own expectations that go unmet, which makes love a rather selfish and egoistic concept, in my opinion.
As for the two of you, i don't know nor do i deserve to know, what drives you towards each other. Bur from what i can see, what i can tell, a large part of it is the ability to safely say (and of course feel) that you love someone who loves you back. Whether such feelings would exist in teh case of Majaz being replaced by someone else, or if she had never existed in your life, i would say yes. Can you feel stronger feelings than you do for her? I think you being an honest men would yourself say Yes (not to her face perhaps), and i'm sure same goes for her too, only she'd prolly say it to your face and still get away with it.
So then in essence, love has nothing at all to do with the person you are in love with but with the mere fact that you are in love, that you feel a certain way.
As to why you feel that way about this person and not about shumaila next door, science says its genetic predisposition, cynics say its because she's the only one who reciprocated, i say its because she's willing to let you.
Tha's the stark reality. And though it defies my own claim of being in love with this phantom women forever and ever more, i blame this on genetic predisposition and the fact that its not really love or some such mystic force that binds me to her, its my choice to never ever forget or dismiss the claims i once made, because as already established, i fear letting my ego down more than living without her. And though in our separation we still find happiness in being together we would have lost our true selves to become extensions of what we desired of each other.
End of the day, the flaw and the fault is mine which is why the name of the blog is what it is and you are in love with someone who is accepting you, for now, at least for who you are.
What this omment was about i've forgotten now so please forgive my lack of focus.
I say something else and you another :D
This comment pile is incredibly incoherent, yet pretending to be relevant within itself. A bad pretender.
Of love and rationality and a million other things, we need longer discussions than this, so lets once again put it off for another day ( If such day might come) and live by the old adage of 'To each his own'...
But how we tried to sound all grown up.
Saddest part, all this pseudo wisdom inspired by such a childish post.
Beknighted, I want that comment and I want it now, and if you blame my demand on ambiguity-of-want I WILL take dire action. Passing up an opportunity to gun you down is not a laughing matter at all. You should know that, eh.
The discourse isn't on your post, silly. It's on your response to it and thereof the responses-to-responses that it spurled. If we all hadn't been in the cosmic funk at the same time, your post would still be filled with your ardent admirers screaming "F*CK, that's BRILLIANT, awoohooo, you rock, I worship you" and so on and so forth. I think you should be happy that for once people are taking you seriously for what you regurgitated rather than what a hero of lurv you are, as always, drowned in the colors of passion and contemporary foolosophy.
Barooq, it appears to me we need to find him a girl who can make him happy instead of intelligent. Yeah, you heard me right, Beknighted. Sometimes happiness means to fittay moo the logic and throw away the key. I cannot, with all my rare-specimen-brain, wake up every morning and count each and every tiny pore in Barooq's face and his tiniest actions to understand what a unique human being he is and why I love him. That's why God invented emotions, the heart, the soul, so that instead of logically categorizing each part of our cognitive processes to prepare ourselves for action, our visceral or physiological system immediately responds to the stimuli, which is in this case, Barooq's face (stop calling it an ugly mug, oye :@ ). Yes, I do appreciate his qualities. Yes, I do love the way he is with people, the certain quirks he has and the choices he makes and the decisions he partakes. But that doesn't mean I don't go all mushy when people tell me my kids will look like him and that he's got great hair. Love, according to psychologists other than biased ones such as myself, when true and sound, is a combination of passionate and companionate love. It's when your emotions synchronize with the cognitive processes, and you are able to love not just because a certain physical attribute is striking, but also because of how they are with you and to you.
Zyada jargon toh nahee hogaya?
Anyway, there's my dissertation, and reading your last long response, you're growing more and more bitter. And from what I understand from this virtual land, you're still too spunky and too young for it.
Live ... and oh yes... love a little. And gimme my comment back.
Didn't see that until just now. Your fans won't like it. Hah!!
i think it's impossible to deny the physical aspect or call it shallow when we do factor it in. one of the most important things in a relationship is the physical aspect. of course you can be attracted to people who aren't perfect looking, but there's no way you'd ever be attracted to someone you personally did not find appealing (physically).
the fact that one could have just as easily fallen for 'shumaila' proves that point because the only difference is the physical aspect...shumaila may be pretty but not as pretty or perhaps just not as appealing.
personally, i can never pinpoint why i love pb...sure, he has great qualities, he's funny, he can put up with me (BIG plus, as i'm sure barooq & majaz would agree!) but really, there are many equally amazing guys out there. i chose pb because i fell for the way he looked, and even now, on days when he's an ass and i feel like throwing him out of the window, it's how adorable (and gorgeous) he looks when he's sleeping that always gets me back to square one.
i find it strange that you would say that beautiful women tend to be shallow and vain. a person who is overly obsessed with their appearance is shallow and vain but some random girl (or guy) born good-looking (and many are) shouldn't have to be automatically boxed into the stupid category, without being given a chance.
For the most part, i agree with You and barooq, appearance is important, indeed, but what lies beneath is more important because ultimately that is what will make or break the relatiomship. You will soon get over your attraction for PB but what will keep you coming back for more is the way he makes you feel not his looks. Having said that, making looks the only criteria for getting to know someone, or pigeon holing someone to a predetermined extent of intimacy based on their looks can lead to us missing out on whatever personality traits they may possess, like honesty and sincerity etc.
Furthermore, i said that pretty women are shallow and vain because an ugly woman cannot be obsessed with how good she looks in the mirror or how good looking the man on her shoulder is, it is sort of a by default condition. It doesn't mean that shallow and vain people are not nice and not worth getting to know, its generally far easier to get with someone who is shallow and vain than with someone with better values, i do not mention it as a personality flaw as much as a characteristic, for those of us who find it acceptable, it is, for those of us who look for more substance in their relationships, this trait may be a turn off.
I personally like pretty people just as much as anyone else as long as they don't let it get to their head, unfortunately, most do.
And Majaz, that's the shrink in you talking, but its making good sense.
Principally we always agree on everything we just take different routes towards the conclusion. Its great how everyone has opened up about thier beloveds here, i hope all teh praise you two have bestowed upon each other here has or will bear fringe benefits for you both, and perhaps pb should also be made privy to his wife singing his praises, if i heard my woman gushing about me like that i'd definitely make it worth her while :P
Sorry about the missing comment buts its gone for good now. And i did some revamping of the blog, not much but was that bored at work hence the regurgitated is gone.
And stop calling me bitter, i'm very sweet. Ask the exes.
If ugly women aren't obsessed with their looks, they'll be obsessed with something else. There's no saying what a person can or cannot be obsessed with. Looks are just another category in the long range of ideas humans can be narcissistic and screwed up about.
The shrink in me does most of the talking when I'm trying to comprehend an idea from afar, and since I've studied to become one, I'd much rather be deemed worthy of it. So that's five years well-spent.
No comment back huh? Theek hai. Suffer my wrath.
help mahwash! i don't make sense to myself even
Hira, that one line makes more than all teh crap i've written on this blog. I call it crap not to be derogatory towards my work but because, thanks to our dear friend Majaz, this blog has become a refuge for crap. But you know welcome to the blog, i dunno what majaz did to bring you here but i'm glad you came.
Hira can make a lot of sense sometimes.
Despite her blog title.
I actually have lost track of what i was saying.
But what i do know for sure is, that somehow men tend to weigh all future prospects against the one that burnt them. They find similarities in personality and situations.
That was completely off-track. anyway.