LUGHve

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I find it that the best way to understand or comprehend something that you find the utmost confusing and mind boggling is to write what you know in hopes that those gained insights will lead to an actual answer, guided light, mind blowing realization etc. 

What I do know is that the subject of love is something I admittingly know nothing about,  and admittingly don’t really want to know anything about. It’s not that I am completely jaded to the fact that it’s a good thing. I see how good it can be among friends and family, I see the reason why everyone is doing it, but I also think it shouldn't drive who you are and it most certainly shouldn't drive your every action, conversation and train of thought. 

For the record, I feel there are continuous roadblocks in truly finding someone that you will wake up to every day, for the rest.of.your.life. That is one of the scariest and legit insane things to wrap your head around, let alone do. I also feel and will mention(because its my blog and I can) that women seem to get the wrap for the reason as to why many relationships don’t work. 

There are constantly new articles up stereotyping the female race, pointing out flaws based on age, maturity, sexual openness. We are categorized into  the girl who got her heart broken and despises all and anything commitment related, the eager and needy girl, the everything has to be perfect/ overbearing girl, or the chill who does exactly what the male race does but gets called out as the she gets around girl. 

 Although such girls do exist, the categorization is shit and I’m over the notion that the male race is out there running around throwing magic pixie dust in the air getting 0 blame because in reality ya’all are just as much a pain in the ass as we are pinged to be. 

I think the first thing that should be recognized is that there are girls out there who believe it or not don’t need to be with you, or in a relationship in general. The gem in the rough is to realize that some girls just want to be with a significant other, not because they have to, not because they have financial gain, or increased stability, but just for the fact she enjoys being around them. 

From my personal experience the reasoning things go sour is when the guy does realize this and moves onto the next, in hopes she has 0 self esteem and will bow down to his almighty presence. The following are categories that I feel the male race can be molded into::

Johnny Bravo: I feel that the person starring back at me in the mirror is the most important person in my life, I am completely obsessed with me, myself and I and if you are not going to stroke my ego, tell me how great I look, and obey to all and any command while molding yourself into another person completely, I’m over it. 

 Competitive Copout: I say I want a girl who is able to hold her own in all grounds but when we are competing I secretly want her to let me win and act as if she is lesser than myself so I look good and feel like I am in control. I take any competitive dictation or action as an insult and take complete offense to any such activity. 

Runway Ralph: I have spurts of charming spells where I will pretend that I am completely into you and make you feel as though there are not 9 other dime pieces I am communicating with on the side but then realize any type of commitment and realness scares the f out of me and will pull away, for a few weeks/month, but then come back in with a winning round of charmingness to ensure my ego and feelings are intact and okay, but really I could give 0 f’s about your feelings or take on it. 

Nice Guy Nick: I’m boring, I try too hard and make things awkward, I really have 0 idea about the female race but I’ll make you feel you should talk to me, because I am not like the other assholes and you should listen to your mother/grandmothers on giving me a chance, but I will ultimately f it up anyways because I’m not even confident in myself and really just want a girl so I can mold myself, like/dislikes to match hers.


So as a wrap that is my summary of this love gig, maybe a few years from now I will have a different perspective and entertain ya’all with a lovely piece of literature full of how utterly amazed and wrapped up I am in another being of the male race, with romantic events, gestures, and lingo.  Until than the above is what I have been given to work with, so cheers to kicking A the good old 1 man solo fashion way. 


-Peace B’s 

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