the blink times

Yes. I have started to snore after 25 years. What more could one expect from dry air, cold weather, late nights and lousy pillows?

I miss my own bolster. It gives me better sleep. Will have to learn taiji and go for a good full body massage once I’m home. You know, it’s hard for me to give a decent answer when the person (who may be plain insensitive or trying terribly to hint something else)  you miss the most asks you if you miss home. Because at the end of the day, home is where the heart is don’t you think?

Thus my sleep-deprived thoughts have led me to this question:

Can a girl be truly happy if the man she chooses loves her less than she loves him?

It’s weird how post-feminism actually conditions girls to make their own choices. By this I do not mean that women shouldn’t be allowed to choose the kind of guy they want. It’s really for the sake of positive evolution that the right guy gains the right to father her children. Yet, when we take stock of the pain and effort that women go through to make themselves look beautiful and/or desirable, a striking contradiction comes to mind: If you can’t see your own make-up, or get a good glimpse of your ample cleavage, just who will be the ones doing the ‘looking’?

Us blokes of course.

So with all the cosmetics, weight-loss programmes, yoga lessons and Botox, only a retard will still consider the possibility that girls only look good so that they may please themselves. But I would suggest here, that what lies beneath the skin is something that is actually universal to the opposite sex.

Women want to be beautiful, because they want to looked at or gazed in a desirable way by men. Simplifying the logic, we can safely conclude that the one thing these creatures want the most, is to be desired. That desire, I will add, is far more important than her desire for a certain man. For if that were not so, she would have started going for a specific species of dude even before she knew the function of mascara.

By breaking this down, I am not implying that women are objects of male consumerism. If you actually think the above concept will get you far in the world of cunts, it pleases me to tell you that I am relatively hopeless with such matters. This, however, is a question that I would like to pose to girls, since some of them have been with the wrong or unfaithful guy at some point in their lives.

If they choose, or like someone first, it may be inevitable that the guy may not like them, or want them more. That said, how can a girl ever be truly happy if she realises that she was never his best choice? Wouldn’t it be far better if she met someone whom she didn’t fancy that much, but wanted her more than any other dickhead in the whole wide world?

I would think that such an act of desire could never have made her happier.