The Plug

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MountainWings       A MountainWings Moment
#6221          Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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The Plug
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My better half and I were sitting in the living room and I said
to her,

“Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state,
dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle.

If that ever happens, just pull the plug.”

So, she got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my beer.

~Author Unknown~

Neverland

I’m having problems dealing with Neverland.

Only kids live there. They never grow up. They just love having so much fun. I don’t understand what fun or funny means to them. They think they could fly just by thinking of their “happy moments”. Plus, they live in an imaginary world of colored junk food ;p.

I get goosebumps just thinking of Neverland. I think it’s one of those places I really don’t want to set foot in. I don’t mind the junk food or the flying. It’s the irresponsibility of doing whatever you want whenever you want. Also, having whatever you want. Or maybe just because of how the people think and see things there. It doesn’t matter how good a place is if those who live in it are careless and childish ;p.

I left Paradise – where everything you want and need are served in golden platters – for the same reason. OK, not really, I got more complicated reasons. But it still requires growing up. I wanna grow up. I’ve grown up. I know what I want to do. I know what I have to do. Here. Now.  I know what matters most to me. I know what is important. I’m not perfect but I will keep trying to be better. Not only through my eyes but through others’, too.

I like my Jungle. I think it’s in a grown up world. It is where a good job, a good house, a good car and a big fat bank account is necessary. It is also about who you know and who you keep. It is where people are rough and tough. And it takes less than a heart and a brain to survive.Yeah, a lot of dumb people have every chance to be better and be more…

Well, I was once in Neverland. I’m a backslider ;p. I got tired of doing whatever I want whenever I want and with whomever I want. I got tired of sugarcoating and freelancing. I’d rather be surrounded by the brutally honest kinds ;p. It’s a jungle with lots of wolves and snakes.

I’ve seen it happen. In the grown up world, everything is temporary. When you get to the top, you don’t always stay there. It’s a non-stop whirlwind of wanting, needing, slipping and sliding. Not to mention the innovations and inventions which surrounds you. Not like a world full of illusions and hallucinations like Neverland.

There is one thing I hate about my jungle. The importance they give your bank account. Money makes life convenient and comfortable. But it could never buy me the most important things in life. Though, it could get me the toys and entertainment I want. Eventhough money could make my life so much more convenient, comfortable and entertaining, the pursuit of money is not that important to me anymore. To be responsible with whatever I value more is much more important.

I prefer those that money could not buy. I don’t think any amount of discipline, money or whatever could get me those really precious and important things. They are priceless – no amount of money could take or give me that. Well maybe make it easier or could actually make it happen but it’s not all about the money. They require time and effort.

Neverland is a fantasy. The Paradise is a luxury. The Jungle is my reality.

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus

The ideas linger. The thoughts are driving me crazy. I’m feeling guilty.

I went to bed thinking my BF is a Martian. No, he is The King of the Martians. (This is why you should not read this, babe. I’m just getting started ;p).

Martians, like Marvin, have got scrubs on their heads as helmets. They sound funny. Their fashion sense are terrible. This one wears a tutu. He has behavior problems and maybe, drinking problems, too.

Yeah, maybe men are from Mars. Just look at all the other men around you. They are not like the gorgeous Spartan men of 300 (I will blog about that movie. I don’t like men with bread buns). I’d love to have a Martian then if they are like the Spartan men. If you have seen the movie, those men love their women. They respect them and treat them well.

Spartans treat their women nowhere near how and what that book profess, I think (Stop thinking!). I was very much disappointed that Rebuttal from Uranus was written by a somehow-not-so informed-or-educated woman. A conclusion my BF came up with since I could not tell him about who wrote it. Well, my bad, so I searched for her and still did not read about Susan Hamson. All I needed to know is there on the first site.

I was agreeing with her until I saw her picture. Her ideas are great and maybe true. She asked questions and checked. That should be enough. Somehow, MAYBE, I am shallow and stupid. Looks should never matter (really?). Experience is all there is (really?). There must be some other books and researches or even articles or anything (I like this one) about men and women.

I need to let it go. I need to read about it. I need the truth (or the reality) to set me free ;p. I know I have tendencies to like the worst of the worst. It’s all a matter of perspective and capacity.

Men and women are really different and there are social norms and gender roles were my bedtime thoughts. My BF was preparing dinner and I was surfing the net while we were discussing all these. He just got back from work and came home with FOUR bags of grocery.

That alone should have been enough to convince me that men and women are different but not from Mars or Venus or not even from Uranus. The King of the Martians is not anywhere near the Venus fly trap. It did not.

We had dinner and watched the Simpsons (Homer is a Martian). Perfect!!! Fan the fire!!!

I woke up this morning still not happy about it.

Do men not need love and affection? Do men not want to hear “I love you’s”? Do men not like to talk or even have small talks? Do men just go to work, come home, forget about their girls and are not interested to know what happened to them? What’s the point of having someone then? Isn’t having a dog more than enough? What the hell are we gonna do when we’re old and retarded if we can’t talk?

I refuse to believe that men want and need different things. I think women are just more than men. Men are not that simple (They are not!!!). Women are just a bit more complicated (Fine, hormones and all those other things that affect them everyday). Their basic needs and wants are the same; respect, love, affection, communication, etc., etc..

I guess, there’s no way I could prove that women and men are the same. I have to understand and accept men are indeed from Mars and should be treated that way. That’s reality and the truth. The book is so right and I should get off this guilt trip bus. I’m on my bloody vacation!!!

Yup, I’m not the biggest bitch after all.

I’m just from Venus ;p