Thursday, January 11, 2007

Amusing

The other day i was arguing with someone about men and women in the SI office... its a common argument cause we have all kinds of friendly bigotry going on in there. really its a lot of cool intelligent people all sharing a very tiny space and its just awesome. back to the main topic though, one of the women folk were remarking about how guys are always thinking about sex. This seems like a very matter of fact statement but how many women would be find it incorrect if i said that women are always so emotional, in fact i have said similar things in that dark time in my life :-P anywho... how would those two statement be related? it's each gender 1. generalizing everyone of the opposite gender and 2. not accepting the fact that each gender is a slave to both the hormones present and the levels of those hormones. As jessica help me put together today: testosterone = sex and estrogen = emo (ooo subtle jab to the ladies there) but all of my point in this is that we as males and females should accept 2 things equally:

1. we will never truly understand how the other works. which is why women get frustrated when guys "just don't understand" and why guys can't understand not being in the mood. Of course these are not the only cases of not understanding each other.

2. we each feel like the other is so odd for not being like us ... we aren't the right gender and the other is odd, we are two genders meant to compliment each other with completely different brain chemistry and thought processes.

i really don't know what spawned this line of thinking... im off to go find a woman to do my dishes in the kitchen :-D

Monday, January 08, 2007

Just write a letter already...

Que conversation... woman complaining about creepy guys at parties... apparently not all that impressed by the guy initiating the conversation. this scenarion reminds me of two things... one that annoys me and one that is just a basic observation about life.

The first deals with the fact that women complain about men coming up and "hitting" on them at parties. I mean really... men are stereotyped (traditionally speaking) to have to initiate the conversation and you certainly have the right to pick and chose who you would like to talk to, but to then take it one step further and complain about it as if it's a burden? and who's to say you wouldn't complain about having not gotten talked to by anyone? I've heard female friends talking about when a good time to talk or hit on someone is, but there's a big problem with their logic: 1. men and women do not think the same... end of story and 2. the person doesn't know you and doesn't know when a good time to chat would be... he's merely making an effort. Now no matter how socially awkward a man might be, it is entirely the fault of the female gender for selecting only males that "hit" on them through the ages. Say what you will but i'm right on this. Males that "show their stuff" to impress the ladies have been selected for throughout time and if this need to impress along with any of alcohol/social awkwardness makes the guy appear to be"creepy", well don't complain about it, just write a letter to your dead ancestors thanking them for their hands in a social selection of sorts ;-)

And secondly... it reminds me about how we as people are always wanting to have our cake and eat it too. We always want the best situations to happen and then they don't and we complain. Perhaps this is also a human trait that has been selected for throughout the generations. Perhaps hoping for the best and not getting it is what has driven our homo sapien race to develop all the fantastic things that we have today. It is what has driven us as humans to always try to figure things out and make things easier. Maybe the cavemen were disappointed when they discovered fire and then realized they had to constantly gather wood to fuel the fire. i dunno...

Monday, January 01, 2007

Why must flames be extinguished?

I'm sitting here on a friend's computer. i'm sitting trying to figure out why things happen the way they do. Time is wonderful when you have plenty of it, but its also a bastard of thing in that there are no replays. You can never go back to yesterday and relive something; whether for selfish reasons or selfless, we have all wanted to at some point. I don't really want to go to bed right now. I'm jittery and slightly nervous. I guess it's my body's internal systems responding to the present stimulus in a fight or flight sort. It doesn't matter... i am thinking about my ride home tomorrow, about how i could easily get into an accident if i do not get enough sleep... i'll be fine though cause i won't leave if i'm not well rested, or i'll stop and take a nap. i really wish i were amongst my friends in AL right now... not for my sake but so that i could be there for them. We are but a phone call away but it might as well be an infinite abyss in which i can offer no physical comfort and consolation. All i can do is speak into a reciever, have the sound transferred and sent to the other party and attempt to be there for them.

People are a lot like candle flames. We burn brightly, we dance and play, we constantly need fuel because like the candle flame a lack of fuel causes the onset of equilibrium with the environment. But also like candles we can be extinguished. We can be extinguished before the full length of the candle has been burned, before the flame has had the chance to flicker in someones eye, before having the chance to be the center of someone's affection, before someone gets comfy with the fact that we will be the light in their world for a long time. Yes we are indeed like the flames of a candle. I only wish that like flames, we could easily be relit.

For SC and everyone involved right now.

I never try to name persons in my blog and i always try to keep things a little abstract. Added to that is the lack of avid readers i have... nonetheless if any of my friends close to this situation read this and are bothered by it let me know... its mearly my thoughts and emotions getting out so that i can sleep a little.