Salutations.
This is not my first Blog; the last one was called “axe grinder”. A situation presented itself so that I couldn’t post for a month or so and my machine forgot my password, And YES I did write it down but it didn’t pass muster with these particular hosting people. Then of course trying to retrieve your password from these people is a lot like experimental hemorrhoid surgery. So, I decided to let some time pass and to write under an assumed identity. If you really want to know who I am I’ve told you how to find me, for what it’s worth.
Who am I? I’m 51, although I look like I’m in my 30’s-Its all the drugs I did during the 80’s-they preserved me well. I’m an artist in the classical sense of the word i.e. my stuff actually looks like something and I don’t limit myself to painting or drawing or printmaking or sculpture. I do it all, and if I do say so myself I do it well. I’m a designer and woodworker in the real world. In short I can build and/or make about anything I put my mind to. I’ve built 3 of the last 4 places I’ve lived and made most of my own furniture. I might also add, I’ve got a really piss poor attitude about most things: I have a real problem with authority. I have some serious Misogynistic views (however these were taught to me by the women I have loved and lost.) I am outspoken and rude. I am under the impression that the only person who has a clue about most anything is myself. I can be pretty crude. I think too much. I read almost too much. I’ve circumnavigated the world looking for truth and that’s about the time that my real pessimistic views took root. I have the WORST taste in women (if there’s 20 women in a room I’ll end up with either the only lesbian or the worst nut job.) and to be honest with you I’m tired of being a nice guy; thus the title of this blog.
I think I’ll start with my recent conclusions about myself. I’ve been an Idiot.
After the demise of my recent relationship with a woman I came to the conclusion that It’s my own fault. I make the mistake of treating woman like I want to be treated. I listen when they speak, I treat them with respect, I’m generous to a fault with both my resources and my time, and I remember birthdays, holidays and anniversaries. I’m nice to her parents, often sending handmade gifts when she goes to visit. I spend time with her kids if there are any-and the kids just love me. I’ll call and ask if there’s anything they need at the store cause I’m going. I’ll surprise her with some small gift to show how much I care, etc. and these women walk all over me. They use me like a Kleenex to wipe the shit off of their soul and then I catch them sending naked pictures to some guy they met on line. Well that’s over.
This isn’t the first time this has happened as you can tell, however I’m beginning to notice a pattern and have reached some startling conclusions.
Women say that they want a nice guy to be involved with. Women say they want a man who treats them well, remembers them and thinks about them. Women however marry and stay with the guy who at best treats them poorly and at worst beats them. I’ve concluded that women need to feel that they are better then the guy they’re with and it’s their job to change him into something else. I’ve noticed that women are selfish creatures. They think only about themselves and their children. Their problems are “OUR” problems and my problems should be handled on my off time and best not inconvenience them at all. I’ve concluded that they get involved with men for security, sex, somebody to fix stuff that they break and to have somebody to blame when they screw up. Women constantly need to talk to somebody. Gentlemen look out the window at the woman in the car next to you-8 times out of 10 she’ll be talking on her cell phone. (trust me there is a special hole in Hell for the guy who gave women a phone that she could use in the car.) Women complain if you don’t listen to them, but I’ve found that they hear only about half of what you say, process about half of that, remember about half of that and will make something up when what you said comes up in conversation. Women want to be the one talking and you to be the one listening. It doesn’t work for them the other way. The only time she wants to hear from you is when you agree with her or if you can solve the dilemma she’s in and in future telling it will have been her idea all along if you’d just listened to her in the first place. In my line of work one deals with couples regularly. She always does the talking and the husband acts as her stooge. If there’s something about the conversation that she doesn’t understand (usually anything Technical) she’ll sigh and look to her husband suggesting that this sorta thing is what she keeps him around for. Nice to know your parents raised you just for this, isn’t it?
Most women hate their mother a little less then yours. She’ll rant and rave about her mother. God forbid you should agree with her. God forbid that you disagree with her.
When I was younger my father was after me to get married. The guys I knew in College who were married felt the same way. That is as long as the woman of the house was in the room. The minute she was gone they’d turn to me with this caged animal look and whisper just loud enough for me to hear “STAY SINGLE!” I can go on and on about this. But, I won’t. You get the drift. Your damned if you do, and if you don’t people start whispering about you.
Most men realize at some time in their heterosexual life that all women are nuts. However I spent my youth looking for a sane one, I might as well have been searching for a Unicorn. Then I sought one with a Crazy I could work with. Doesn’t exist. So, I’ve come to a conclusion. IF I indeed wish to find a mate, and wish her to be around longer then the time needed to take her own nude pictures of herself to send to some redneck in Tennessee or an Arab in the Middle East, I need to adopt the guise of a Bastard. Because that, Gentlemen, is what Women REALLY want.
I’m done for now. I feel better getting that off my chest.
Until next time
