New York, we have a problem!
For the longest time, life had been one chill pond with great view, exotic aquarians, and one or two hunks flashing the greatest smile on earth. Now the-one-to-call 'my man' came around, life is a huge pot of melted disaster. There is no more pond or soothing waterfall. Hello, reality!
Thanks to the Sex and the City, relationship oddities are now relationship must-experience: lateness, "where-is-he?"s, cheats (mentally or physically), disfunctions (yes, that includes erectile), not-ready-to-commit excuses.
Men and women assert their wills "this is what making me happy" rather than accepting the fact that they are in relationship with whom were there because they made us happy.
If they really made us happy, shouldn't there be some sort of yield and compromise? Some sort of acceptance? Do they really bother us that much that it is hard for us to enjoy our lives just like they used to be? And to share our lives and priviledges with them?
We often wonder, where is the love? Do brain and love really hate each other?
Not long ago, love used to be so close and dear to our hearts. Love ruled the planet, and love was the driving force to our fabulous days. We rather missed tests and contested our dear parents than losing the boy we "truly love".
Now, it is all about sensibility. Love is what we could reason and digest intellectually. Love does not make any sense anymore.
When did love decide to leave? Will it ever return, able to reason with our brain, and live harmoniously together, making us complete women at last?
For the longest time, life had been one chill pond with great view, exotic aquarians, and one or two hunks flashing the greatest smile on earth. Now the-one-to-call 'my man' came around, life is a huge pot of melted disaster. There is no more pond or soothing waterfall. Hello, reality!
Thanks to the Sex and the City, relationship oddities are now relationship must-experience: lateness, "where-is-he?"s, cheats (mentally or physically), disfunctions (yes, that includes erectile), not-ready-to-commit excuses.
Men and women assert their wills "this is what making me happy" rather than accepting the fact that they are in relationship with whom were there because they made us happy.
If they really made us happy, shouldn't there be some sort of yield and compromise? Some sort of acceptance? Do they really bother us that much that it is hard for us to enjoy our lives just like they used to be? And to share our lives and priviledges with them?
We often wonder, where is the love? Do brain and love really hate each other?
Not long ago, love used to be so close and dear to our hearts. Love ruled the planet, and love was the driving force to our fabulous days. We rather missed tests and contested our dear parents than losing the boy we "truly love".
Now, it is all about sensibility. Love is what we could reason and digest intellectually. Love does not make any sense anymore.
When did love decide to leave? Will it ever return, able to reason with our brain, and live harmoniously together, making us complete women at last?
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posted by In Casa at 12:30 AM
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