So here I sit on the surface of Stubfart Planet, gazing out at the cosmos, trying to fathom the concept of infinite distances, irresistible forces and immoveable objects, titanic collisions, and the unplumbed profundity that separates me from the real world and The Current Things. I try to be methodical and objective. Why are these things "Things"? How did they come about? How do they work and interact with the forces that ebb and flow through our culture? Confusion results. I don't understand the kids or the womenfolk, generally. They're too chaotic, too fast. I feel like those PhD eggheads that were trying to capture a glimpse of the Higgs Bosun that was only stable for a gazillionth of a second. Unlike them - who are trying to peer into the mind of God... I often think I am trying to pierce the mind of the devil. Sometimes it's really ugly, ugly business. It'll make you ugly too if ya aren't careful.
Have ya seen these things? They're blowing up all over OyToob like a supernova. I listened to a couple of them at random. Most of them are fake narratives and revenge fantasies of rage headed men that got flattened in the Gender Wars. They'll never be the same again after going through the wringer of modern progressive culture warfare. You can tell by listening to them that even if they do meet the right gal...they will never be able to see her for who she is. It's even worse for the women after a few years on the "cack carousel" of the hook up scene. Anger, rage and suspicion is all they will ever know.
I study such things and perhaps over think them too much. I recoiled and decided this was just another of life's mysteries beyond my pay grade. I said another silent prayer for the kids and decided to move on. to other, less unsavoury things that retarded old men need to cogitate on.
I wish I had the link for it. For some reason I read one last love "story."I can't find it now - but the story is a classic "dear John".. The squaddie comes home after his deployment to find an empty apartment and a dear john letter on the counter. He sleeps on the floor that night. No drama, no hysteria, just stoic acceptance. He finds a job and later runs into a lady who went through the exact same thing. They get along because they went through the same experiences but then it gets seriously weird.
They decide to go the next step - just basically casual sex. There'd be no bullshit texting, no sleep overs, no commitments, There'd be no drama if they broke up, no dramatics. The last thing either of them were looking for was a long term serious relationship. They spent most of their courtship trying to keep each other at a safe distance. (How does that work, the Yesterday Man on Planet Stubfart asks?)
Long story short... they slowly get more serious and eventually they're living happily together. What blew me away about their story was how incredulous they were of it all. They could have a fight and make up afterward. They could enjoy doing household chores together and enjoy each others' company as they were essentially married - and didn't even know it! Or what to make of it...
Stubfart Planet revolves around a shabby, dying star on the outer edge of infinity in the smellier part of the galaxy... but even from here sometimes we see signs of extrastubfartial intelligence out there in the vastness of the abyss. Some of the kids are going to survive and even thrive in the face of what's coming... and everything will be alright. There are other primitive worlds in close proximity to mine (relatively speaking) that offer unlimited hope and promise.
Have a good Tuesday!
Filthie
These kinds of vidyas are legion on the interwebs. You'd think women would see one or two and wise up. I will say that the dude is 100%. After the old lady filed, judge signed, and it was done. Had to sell the house. As I was packing I found some wedding pictures.
ReplyDeleteI felt nothing. Just a pretty woman in a wedding dress. May have been the picture that comes with a frame when you buy the frame. That's when I formulated some advice for these women. Your dude will always see you as the pretty woman he married. Doesn't matter how fat or old you get. That's what he sees. That is, Until you detonate your marriage. Then, you're just some middle/old aged yenta, like you'd see in walmart.
Another piece of advice for these women; fix the crazy, and fix your marriage. I can tell you from experience that guys you date will figure out the crazy over appetizers. You better be some kind of catch for him to put up with your kids and baby daddy.
A man is a better catch in his early 40s than in his early 20s. A woman in her early 40s is far less desireable than when she was 20 years younger.
ReplyDeleteA divorced man can often remarry someone better than the ex. A divorced woman usually can't do as well, let alone do better.
For women, divorce is usually a oneway ticket to loneliness, cats and box wine.
Wow, you and TechieDude bracketed me. My 1st perfectly wonderful wife dumped me after 5 years, I was a dick and working too many hours.
ReplyDeleteM first "score" after the break up was a female friends (former coupled roomates) little sister. We met when lil sis stayed with us because roommates were getting married. We were simpatico (no fooling around). Couple years later, I'm single, call big sis, "Is yer lil sis around? Can I get her number?" Yep.
We set up a date, I go to her place to pick her up. She assaults and rapes me. Never got out of the house. She was recently separated from a dick. We become inseparable. A couple months in, we're looking, possibly permanent. She has a lunch date with my ex (!?!?). Gets 5 years worth of dirt.
She has a "conditions talk" with me. #1, no fucking around! #2, don't be a dick! Me, "Acceptable". 3 years later, after our "throw away fling" we get married.
We've been together just short of 49 years, married, just short of 46 years. There were definitely some rough periods in there. Wouldn't trade any of it for anything.
Techie is right, I still see her as my awesome red headed, wasp waisted, big assed, viking wench, despite 68 years of wear and tear. We've both been rode hard, plenty of life's scars. She's been rode hard enough to be semi invalid, complete with chronic, sometimes, acute pain. When we got together, I was definitely smarter. Somewhere along the way, that reversed, hence, some adjustments, mentally, emotionally. We make a great team.
We've had friends that went through the above scenarios. Couldn't help them. I,ve considered myself a lucky effin bastard for many years now. Since I was adopted, I MAY be a bastard, dunno.
We're old enough to occasionally have the conversation "I better die first!" We both laugh and hope a meteor takes us together. We laugh everyday. Neither of us want to be in this world alone. We remember "the good old days", fondly.
Glen, re: your first paragraph, we have come to the conclusion that the physical world is Satan's AO. All "institutions" are controlled by him and/or his minions. The One true God gave us free will, intelligence and intuition, the tools to deal with our lot in life. Satan's "job" is to convince us, he is god. He has rules he has to abide by, he has to tell us his plans, as a fair warning. He's not fair, so he hides the truth in legends, stories, fables, books, movies, and through unknowingly deceived and intentionally deceiving teachers, etc.
Our opinion is that the Lord is splitting hairs, in judgement, the way "others" seem to believe.
Despite everything, we still love life and living in "interesting times". Our rulers are wretched, wicked, evil, but the regular folks we deal with are overwhelmingly nice, helpful and of good cheer.
Again, thank you for having the "urge" to put out your amusing, thoughtful, informative blog.
Oh yeah, don't die before me! Obligatory LOL, but I mean it! Careful on your red freedom machine!
Where you begin this missive:
ReplyDeleteI'm sittin' here wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold all my clothes?
You know I'm sittin' here wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold all my clothes...
I ain't got so many matches
But I sure got a long way to go
- Matchbox Blues
Go back about seventy years, and you'll find that most women weren't crazy, and by most I mean that crazy was the sui generis exception. It made a real difference.
One man I knew, not well, but I knew him, married a fairly hot woman that another man I knew had dated for several years and then rejected. He was a lady-killer, a real cad. So after a few years of marriage, he goes on a three day fishing trip, and when he comes home the house is empty and so are the bank accounts. He managed to extract himself without too much more damage, which was a good thing.
My point is that when you go a-courtin' today, that's what you're liable to find someday - an empty house and bank account.
I'm listening to Boney James play Northern Lights off the album Detour. I highly recommend it for smooth jazz.
I wonder how much of that female "encouragement" is just other miserable women trying to make everyone miserable out of spite? envy? rage?
ReplyDeleteNo one alive and married can logically look at the world today and say, gee, I think I want to get back in the dating scene.