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To give a background of this dealio:
I have been doing “self improvement” for the last year and a half. Every day, I tend to come up with new… notes, new ideas, new perspectives… etc. Yes, I am a Catechumen, so I don’t know what it’s like to be Baptized or to partake of the Eucharist (I have this feeling that… nothing will noticeably change after these things? although I don’t know how anything couldn’t).
But yes, I work hard to do my best in whatever ideology-for-social-interaction I am convinced of at the time. Ideologies shift, but the cores and basis for things stay the same–such as doing the best thing, and doing it for… the right end. These are my mainstays.
To give more understanding and background, I am working hard to understand others. I am a melancholic by temperament, and truly, I desire to know why, and to understand myself and others to a fairly great degree–maybe even in an extremely unbalanced way. People claim that I “think too much,” but the funny thing is that I am always tuned into what it going on around me, and what the people are doing… how they are reacting to me and others… etc. Blah blah blah etc.
To cut the chase, I want to understand the “woman,” and I want to understand the “man.” Today has things so screwed up that I don’t know what’s up or down regarding the natural tendencies and roles for each gender–like, what’s right for each gender to do? Is the man supposed to be nurturing 24/7, and if he isn’t, is he a “jackass?” I’ve read this particular quote several times that suggests a reason for why men have a hard time being men… that people push onto men this idea: “The reason why you are a jackass is because you are a man. Be more like a woman.” Hm. This is a big deal. It has to do with discipline, and holding fast to what’s morally right, etc. What quote-on-quote, people say “You’re ‘moral laws’ are infringing upon my rights,” and so on.
I believe that we live, at least in the cities, in a woman’s world and society. The devil knows that the way to usurp the man is through the women, and it seems like men feel like they’ve been displaced… like they get no respect and keep getting shoved down; that society does everything it can to elevate the woman and keep pushing the man down back into “boyhood.” You see it everywhere… I mean, feminism is MASSIVE, and has massive side-effects that reach EVERYTHING and everywhere… every fiber of life.
Men are prey and victim to the psychology of the manipulative woman, or rather, girl. Women aren’t men, and guys think that women think like men do, but that’s completely and absolutely wrong. You don’t generally reason logically to convince a woman–it’s more… through a mix of both emotional and logical reasoning.
I mean, come on. I have this problem with some fellas of mine (guy-friends). They tend to scrutinize, doubt, and look for cracks. It’s like a power struggle, like we’re trying to establish who has the authority over another (it’s not just the typical guy stuff, you know
). This power struggle is sickening. It ain’t right. The one thing that gives me hope is that I had this GREAT, yet short, relationship with a fella one time, and we hit it off as if we’d always known each other. Neither of us judged. We just… jived. We were both each other, and okay with each other being unique and different. We both didn’t care! We were living beyond all that social… b.s. It was stunning. (I guess I know there’s more than meets the eye here… like, I must’ve been in a good mood or something)
I don’t know. What about the story of Samson and Delilah? Do men give their “secrets” (keys to their power) away way too freely these days?
I don’t get it. I feel like we’re all playing silly games with each other. Maybe it’s just that I have unhealthy relationships. This must be the case.
Eh, I lost my train of thought. Well, this might be enough for conversation. Or maybe not. The conclusion to whatever I just rambled may seem rather clear and self-explanatory, but maybe if someone could elaborate perhaps the gender difficulties and confusions of today… that would clarify something.
I have been doing “self improvement” for the last year and a half. Every day, I tend to come up with new… notes, new ideas, new perspectives… etc. Yes, I am a Catechumen, so I don’t know what it’s like to be Baptized or to partake of the Eucharist (I have this feeling that… nothing will noticeably change after these things? although I don’t know how anything couldn’t).
But yes, I work hard to do my best in whatever ideology-for-social-interaction I am convinced of at the time. Ideologies shift, but the cores and basis for things stay the same–such as doing the best thing, and doing it for… the right end. These are my mainstays.
To give more understanding and background, I am working hard to understand others. I am a melancholic by temperament, and truly, I desire to know why, and to understand myself and others to a fairly great degree–maybe even in an extremely unbalanced way. People claim that I “think too much,” but the funny thing is that I am always tuned into what it going on around me, and what the people are doing… how they are reacting to me and others… etc. Blah blah blah etc.
To cut the chase, I want to understand the “woman,” and I want to understand the “man.” Today has things so screwed up that I don’t know what’s up or down regarding the natural tendencies and roles for each gender–like, what’s right for each gender to do? Is the man supposed to be nurturing 24/7, and if he isn’t, is he a “jackass?” I’ve read this particular quote several times that suggests a reason for why men have a hard time being men… that people push onto men this idea: “The reason why you are a jackass is because you are a man. Be more like a woman.” Hm. This is a big deal. It has to do with discipline, and holding fast to what’s morally right, etc. What quote-on-quote, people say “You’re ‘moral laws’ are infringing upon my rights,” and so on.
I believe that we live, at least in the cities, in a woman’s world and society. The devil knows that the way to usurp the man is through the women, and it seems like men feel like they’ve been displaced… like they get no respect and keep getting shoved down; that society does everything it can to elevate the woman and keep pushing the man down back into “boyhood.” You see it everywhere… I mean, feminism is MASSIVE, and has massive side-effects that reach EVERYTHING and everywhere… every fiber of life.
Men are prey and victim to the psychology of the manipulative woman, or rather, girl. Women aren’t men, and guys think that women think like men do, but that’s completely and absolutely wrong. You don’t generally reason logically to convince a woman–it’s more… through a mix of both emotional and logical reasoning.
I mean, come on. I have this problem with some fellas of mine (guy-friends). They tend to scrutinize, doubt, and look for cracks. It’s like a power struggle, like we’re trying to establish who has the authority over another (it’s not just the typical guy stuff, you know
). This power struggle is sickening. It ain’t right. The one thing that gives me hope is that I had this GREAT, yet short, relationship with a fella one time, and we hit it off as if we’d always known each other. Neither of us judged. We just… jived. We were both each other, and okay with each other being unique and different. We both didn’t care! We were living beyond all that social… b.s. It was stunning. (I guess I know there’s more than meets the eye here… like, I must’ve been in a good mood or something)I don’t know. What about the story of Samson and Delilah? Do men give their “secrets” (keys to their power) away way too freely these days?
I don’t get it. I feel like we’re all playing silly games with each other. Maybe it’s just that I have unhealthy relationships. This must be the case.
Eh, I lost my train of thought. Well, this might be enough for conversation. Or maybe not. The conclusion to whatever I just rambled may seem rather clear and self-explanatory, but maybe if someone could elaborate perhaps the gender difficulties and confusions of today… that would clarify something.
, not that I am necessarily apologizing. I’ll just take this lesson to heart.