I know why so many people are single. Forget about the daunting statistics about how there's a shortage of "eligible" "good" partners to select from to marry; their pointless. The majority of the people that are single nowadays, are in their current state because they chooose to be. Their life's direction, the signals they give off to the universe, the way they live their lives, and the type of DVD's they purchase from Netflix all scream "Single".
It's almost as if being single is prerequisite for having friends, a social life, and the freedom to be able to do what you want, when you want, without having to answer to anyone. But the real reason why people are single is because most of them are pussies! Not pussy in the sense of having one....but Pussies in the sense that they lack the skill, dedication, passion and hard work necessary to make a relationship work. Most of them are "afraid" to get hurt again, and scarred and damage from past relationships (most of which were started because they made mistakes in the people they choose to be in relationships with).
Love and relationships are hard work....meaning, you're going to have to roll up your sleeves and get down in the trenches. You're going to get hurt in the process, you're going to be misunderstood, and you may even have an argument or two, but that's all a part of the process of the joining togther of two lives for love and companionship.
Stop being a pussy! That goes for the men and the women! Stop being scared about what might happen, or what might not happen....or what happened in the past. Stop painting new furniture with an old beat up paint brush, meaning, stop applying the stuff that didnt work from your last relationship to new ones!
Love is hard work. Not for the faint of heart. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
How the Assembly Line Destroyed Love
Repetition is damaging to our bodies....
The constant stress associated with doing the same thing over and over again, is daunting and depressing, to say the least.
The invention of the assembly line meant fast products for eager consumers, and the invention meant that we could mass produce poorer quality's of what the model product was intended to be.....
we were replicating things and making things easier, losing out on quality, and customization, face time, and the love that goes into craftsmanship.....
Our love can get VERY repetetive. It can seem like the same old assemblyline, cookie-cutter mass produced product that has been created to temporarly satisfy an urge.
What has happened to the craftsmanship of love. What has happened to the process of imagining a love so deep, developing the parts, selecting only the best materials, using intricate and detailed molds, and hand-crafting something strong enough to withstand a lifetime?
This is the love I have imagined.
Shake it up, do something different!!! Doing the same thing over and over again is lame, to say the least.
The assembly-line is perfect for the Industrial Revolution, but bad for the business of having a fulflling relationship. Stop applying an old mold to a new model, and put some tender loving care into caefully crafting a work of art in love.
In our modern age of Facebook dating, Match.com marriages, and the immediacy of having all sorts of information at our disposals at all times, and images of people we desire to possess at our disposal at all times, the idea of taking our 'time' to complete something, seems daunting.
But, it is crucial, if we long for something more than what the assembly-line has to offer.
The constant stress associated with doing the same thing over and over again, is daunting and depressing, to say the least.
The invention of the assembly line meant fast products for eager consumers, and the invention meant that we could mass produce poorer quality's of what the model product was intended to be.....
we were replicating things and making things easier, losing out on quality, and customization, face time, and the love that goes into craftsmanship.....
Our love can get VERY repetetive. It can seem like the same old assemblyline, cookie-cutter mass produced product that has been created to temporarly satisfy an urge.
What has happened to the craftsmanship of love. What has happened to the process of imagining a love so deep, developing the parts, selecting only the best materials, using intricate and detailed molds, and hand-crafting something strong enough to withstand a lifetime?
This is the love I have imagined.
Shake it up, do something different!!! Doing the same thing over and over again is lame, to say the least.
The assembly-line is perfect for the Industrial Revolution, but bad for the business of having a fulflling relationship. Stop applying an old mold to a new model, and put some tender loving care into caefully crafting a work of art in love.
In our modern age of Facebook dating, Match.com marriages, and the immediacy of having all sorts of information at our disposals at all times, and images of people we desire to possess at our disposal at all times, the idea of taking our 'time' to complete something, seems daunting.
But, it is crucial, if we long for something more than what the assembly-line has to offer.
Monday, July 11, 2011
The Black Box: Learning From the Aftermath of a Failed Relationship
The Plane Crashed, but the black box remains...
Sometimes relationships can end up like planes crippled by an accident. Break up's can be devastating to our psyche's and damaging to our mind, body, and soul.
Looking back over the aftermath that has claimed hearts, it's very important to review the contents of your Black Box to see where things went wrong, and how you can avoid any other disasters in the future.
Though time and space can seperate you from your past relationships, the Black Box can never be destroyed. The memory of its contents is sealed indellibly upon your brains, and in your fleshy parts, forever. It revitalizes itself with each story of the aftermath that is told to others. It is there.
The Plane crashed, but the Black box remains...
The pains gone, but the blueprints the same...
As in any tragic loss, eventualy, we will get over the painful feelings associated with the hurt of ending a relationship, but we can't forget the lessons that we have learned from the experience that we've been through. These lessons will help us to avoid further pain in the future.
The Black Box tells the story of the relationship, it gives vital information about who was involved in the relationship, what the philosphy of the relationship was (if it had a philosophy at all) and what the culture of the relationship entailed, the duration of the relationship, the errors that led up to the devastation, and the actual devastation that caused the relationship to end.
This post has inspired me to write a poem about loving, and losing. It's entitled "Black Box"
Black Box
The plane crashed, but the black box remains,
The pains gone but the blueprints the same.
Love me, until you drive me insane...
Leave me, like the sunshine does to leaves when it rains....
Love me in vain
Give me a baby, but don't give it your name..
Who am I fooling? I knew you were lame.
I blame myself in this blame game
I should have exited stage left after I came
Show's over now, stand tall, take a bow....
leave with a standing ovation, you're star of this one man show now...
milked me like a cow, you'll reap what you sow
I loved you like a sinner saint loves hoes
down deeper and still below
I wonder if you'll ever know
Just how much I loved you so......
The plane crashed
But the Black Box remained.
Sometimes relationships can end up like planes crippled by an accident. Break up's can be devastating to our psyche's and damaging to our mind, body, and soul.
Looking back over the aftermath that has claimed hearts, it's very important to review the contents of your Black Box to see where things went wrong, and how you can avoid any other disasters in the future.
Though time and space can seperate you from your past relationships, the Black Box can never be destroyed. The memory of its contents is sealed indellibly upon your brains, and in your fleshy parts, forever. It revitalizes itself with each story of the aftermath that is told to others. It is there.
The Plane crashed, but the Black box remains...
The pains gone, but the blueprints the same...
As in any tragic loss, eventualy, we will get over the painful feelings associated with the hurt of ending a relationship, but we can't forget the lessons that we have learned from the experience that we've been through. These lessons will help us to avoid further pain in the future.
The Black Box tells the story of the relationship, it gives vital information about who was involved in the relationship, what the philosphy of the relationship was (if it had a philosophy at all) and what the culture of the relationship entailed, the duration of the relationship, the errors that led up to the devastation, and the actual devastation that caused the relationship to end.
This post has inspired me to write a poem about loving, and losing. It's entitled "Black Box"
Black Box
The plane crashed, but the black box remains,
The pains gone but the blueprints the same.
Love me, until you drive me insane...
Leave me, like the sunshine does to leaves when it rains....
Love me in vain
Give me a baby, but don't give it your name..
Who am I fooling? I knew you were lame.
I blame myself in this blame game
I should have exited stage left after I came
Show's over now, stand tall, take a bow....
leave with a standing ovation, you're star of this one man show now...
milked me like a cow, you'll reap what you sow
I loved you like a sinner saint loves hoes
down deeper and still below
I wonder if you'll ever know
Just how much I loved you so......
The plane crashed
But the Black Box remained.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
The Market of Love
The stock market is teaching me plenty about love. It's no coincidence that the stock market and love have so many similarities. Both drive the market, our economy, and are the backbone of society.
When stock prices go up, we earn money on our investments. Likewise, when the price of the "stock" we've invested in with our lover increases (i.e. things become more serious, a relationship ensues, engagement, marriage, and further growth after marriage) we gain.
On the flip side, investing in the stock market is taking on risk, and depending on our threshold for risk, we can take on more riskier options for love, increasing the possibility of total loss (i.e. serious long distance relationships, relationships where both lovers have serious financial issues, etc.), which also means that we have to invest more into a relationship, and we also have more to lose.
Looking at your resources, and what you have to invest, the chances of you investing in more riskier forms of love decrease as you get older, and closer to the age of retirement. Young risky love and sex is fun and exciting whether you're young or old, but we stand the chance to lose more, if we don' invest in more stable, interest yielding, consistent relationships as we come of age.
The stock market crashing is part of the ebb and flow of micro and macroeconomics, but love can work this way as well, when we spend more of our precious time, energy, and resources in relationships that are predatory, unreasonable, or taxing on our minds, bodies, and spirits, we run the risk of losing big time.....but, if we take time, do research on the stock we're investing in, we can avoid problems early on.....
The stock market has many options to invest...and in love, we have many options as well....we need to stop limiting ourselves to the same nonsense that we are comfortable with. You can't earn without an investment, and it takes time to build a strong portfolio. In love, you can't expect a return on something you haven't invested in. Be open to the possibilities of love. Don't limit yourself out of fear. In love, likewise. You may find love and happiness where you least expected to invest. It may be with someone who is long distance, or someone who has different views as you, or someone of another race. Keep an open mind, and don't limit yourself to the possibilities, and enjoy the fruits of your investement.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Political Process of Love
Love is like a political process. Someone has to have their eye on what position they want to be. They have to have the educational background and experience to be eligible for the position, and they have to have a clean background check.
Next, they have to run for office, smiling and telling the interested parties what they want to hear for as long as they are running. Then they have to be voted into office by the popular vote.
Once your lover has gained their "polical title", their representative disappears (the one who has mastered the art of "smiling and waving") and the real persong shows up, and begins to make the laws that they want, forgetting about the drive and the passion that it took to get to their political position in the first place.
Some people are so caught up in the title that they have acquired that they forget about what's important about their jobs and how their jobs can really change people's live's...
When you're in love similarly, and more importantly, when you're in a relationship, you have to make sure that the same passion that you put into getting the job, is the passion that you put into keeping and maintaining that job...
Because there's always another election, right around the corner...
Next, they have to run for office, smiling and telling the interested parties what they want to hear for as long as they are running. Then they have to be voted into office by the popular vote.
Once your lover has gained their "polical title", their representative disappears (the one who has mastered the art of "smiling and waving") and the real persong shows up, and begins to make the laws that they want, forgetting about the drive and the passion that it took to get to their political position in the first place.
Some people are so caught up in the title that they have acquired that they forget about what's important about their jobs and how their jobs can really change people's live's...
When you're in love similarly, and more importantly, when you're in a relationship, you have to make sure that the same passion that you put into getting the job, is the passion that you put into keeping and maintaining that job...
Because there's always another election, right around the corner...
But, on the flip side, ensure that when you "electing" a lover, you pay close attention to the "titles" they have held in the past, the policies they have developed, the laws they live by, and whether or not they had a successful political term or not....
This information will be very important in deciding what policies they will govern your relationship by in the present.
If they've had a lot of opposition in the past, they will have learned many loop holes, and will be all about "change" in their position with you. If they've have minimal opposition in the past, chances are they may expect you to bow and scrape for them.....just be mindful, keep your eyes open, and pay attention to the things they are not saying.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
The Problem with Women
Why can't women get along and have the kind of commroderie that men have naturally?
For the most part men are cordial with each other and do things with brotherly love.
I sat at a table last night with a bunch of uppity women, who were too good to speak when they sat down at the table. How do you sit at a table with one person at it, and not say hello? How are you? My name is...? I had to take it upon myself to introduce myself to everyone that sat at the table, and they still were acting funny.
It's called social skills and women, and these were all younger black women, lack it at rate that raises a lot of eyebrows.
Not to mention a few people that I actually call friends who were acting funny as well, I guess because they were in the presence of people with perceived clout. They are so full of shit.
For the most part men are cordial with each other and do things with brotherly love.
I sat at a table last night with a bunch of uppity women, who were too good to speak when they sat down at the table. How do you sit at a table with one person at it, and not say hello? How are you? My name is...? I had to take it upon myself to introduce myself to everyone that sat at the table, and they still were acting funny.
It's called social skills and women, and these were all younger black women, lack it at rate that raises a lot of eyebrows.
Not to mention a few people that I actually call friends who were acting funny as well, I guess because they were in the presence of people with perceived clout. They are so full of shit.
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