This day would probably mark the longest wait of my life. Something exciting might be just round the corner or it can be another brick just waiting to bump me on the frontal lobe.
Anxiety mixed with excitement is on the rise. There hasn't been a single day in my life when I had not wanted to break free ever since I got stuck in this mess and it appears very probable to come about.
The Do It blabber making it worse for me day in and day out. "You can do it, pal" "You are made for this", Get your acts together, Something nice is waiting for you at the end".. Well, I regret to inform you all, the end has long come and gone for me and nothing nice was waiting there to greet me.
I had never known I was growing to become to lamb to be chopped at the slaughterhouse, the only thing stopping from that happening now is perhaps my low pay.
Tears have dried up so have emotions. Don't feel a thing no more.
After the smoke of innocence cleared the screen, I was able to see things far clearly and came to an interesting hypothesis. It's called as the dilemma of being a male.
You slog for hours, confine yourself to a room full of books, pick up skills at a sport, work-out, sport a beard or a stubble (subjective issue), indulge in culinary art, you may be the mugger topper of your class throughout your schooling, you may be the Solution for technical issues (Laptops, Cellphones, and other gizmos), you work hard at the workplace to meet deadlines, listen to rave and rant of your boss, take out time for your paramour, yet all of this falls flat when it comes to making them feel how intensely you love them.
Which part did we miss out on in the process of growing up .. Wooing.. We didn't know it was that important .... Severely crippling our chances of getting into a relationship. Guy with a spects gets dismissed as a nerd right away, guy with good physique has to make do with snide remarks of not being brainy, if you talk incessantly you are more of a pompous personality, if you are monosyllabic types, psycho vibes emanates out of you. And the worst case scenario would be people of my ilk, the average mediocre nobody and if you fail to beat some unruly guys at the street, it's gonna go down in the disqualification list.
What bloody super-human are we supposed to be - knowing everything, equipped with bone-tickling sense of humor sweating out at the gym to not the let the belly come in the way of a bear hug, reading WSJ to ensure we care about our financial future, driving for hours in traffic snarls yet making it at 8 pm on the dot for the promised anniversary dinner.
It isn't a child's play to be a juggler and yet we are seen as engrossed only in particular activity which is earning money.. How true is that...
If we wanna do it, they think that's all we want to do and if don't want to do it, they think we don't want to do it at all.. Quite a predicament that becomes.
All in all, I have tried to sum up the confused state which we(males) live in, for whatever we do, it's viewed as a plot, a gimmick to get laid, which to my mind, is so grossly wrong and stereotypical.
It might appear to very uncool if you fail to make a capital out of the talent you posses which can be scholastics, sports, street-smartness, computer gaming - yet I would urge you all to remain tethered to areas of interest, no matter how isolated you feel in that process...
Anxiety mixed with excitement is on the rise. There hasn't been a single day in my life when I had not wanted to break free ever since I got stuck in this mess and it appears very probable to come about.
The Do It blabber making it worse for me day in and day out. "You can do it, pal" "You are made for this", Get your acts together, Something nice is waiting for you at the end".. Well, I regret to inform you all, the end has long come and gone for me and nothing nice was waiting there to greet me.
I had never known I was growing to become to lamb to be chopped at the slaughterhouse, the only thing stopping from that happening now is perhaps my low pay.
Tears have dried up so have emotions. Don't feel a thing no more.
After the smoke of innocence cleared the screen, I was able to see things far clearly and came to an interesting hypothesis. It's called as the dilemma of being a male.
You slog for hours, confine yourself to a room full of books, pick up skills at a sport, work-out, sport a beard or a stubble (subjective issue), indulge in culinary art, you may be the mugger topper of your class throughout your schooling, you may be the Solution for technical issues (Laptops, Cellphones, and other gizmos), you work hard at the workplace to meet deadlines, listen to rave and rant of your boss, take out time for your paramour, yet all of this falls flat when it comes to making them feel how intensely you love them.
Which part did we miss out on in the process of growing up .. Wooing.. We didn't know it was that important .... Severely crippling our chances of getting into a relationship. Guy with a spects gets dismissed as a nerd right away, guy with good physique has to make do with snide remarks of not being brainy, if you talk incessantly you are more of a pompous personality, if you are monosyllabic types, psycho vibes emanates out of you. And the worst case scenario would be people of my ilk, the average mediocre nobody and if you fail to beat some unruly guys at the street, it's gonna go down in the disqualification list.
What bloody super-human are we supposed to be - knowing everything, equipped with bone-tickling sense of humor sweating out at the gym to not the let the belly come in the way of a bear hug, reading WSJ to ensure we care about our financial future, driving for hours in traffic snarls yet making it at 8 pm on the dot for the promised anniversary dinner.
It isn't a child's play to be a juggler and yet we are seen as engrossed only in particular activity which is earning money.. How true is that...
If we wanna do it, they think that's all we want to do and if don't want to do it, they think we don't want to do it at all.. Quite a predicament that becomes.
All in all, I have tried to sum up the confused state which we(males) live in, for whatever we do, it's viewed as a plot, a gimmick to get laid, which to my mind, is so grossly wrong and stereotypical.
It might appear to very uncool if you fail to make a capital out of the talent you posses which can be scholastics, sports, street-smartness, computer gaming - yet I would urge you all to remain tethered to areas of interest, no matter how isolated you feel in that process...
