BeinGeneric
Bluelighter
Here is what I've learned.
1. Women create life, therefore, they have a respect for life we lack. This gives their skin a certain silky texture.
2. Men have no internal motivation. There is nothing inside of us that forces us to expand. left to our own devices, we would get a job that didn't bother us too much, a few toys, and a telephone with which to call people to bring us food. Women are the motivational force we lack. They are not a substitute. They are not something we use in lieu of the original. They actually are that motivational force. Just imagine them being in your head, wait, let me clarify, imagine one of them being in your head (all of them is a fate worse than death). Imagine one of them being another inner monalogue. That voice that wakes you from sleep with a faint scent of perfume and soft lips. The voice that convinces you to go to work instead of quitting. God didn't put all the pieces in one body. That's what makes things so strange. He put all the important parts in the woman, and all the muscles and morality and guilt blockers in the man.
no, I don't know why.
This gives their hair a lustrous shine.
3. When we are born, all the things that we need are inside a woman's body. We can survive, quite comfortably, on woman alone. everything.
This tones up trouble spots (hips, thighs, waist, buttocks, etc...).
4. God gave them arms to carry us, to hold us, hands to take ours at the state fair, ears to listen to our laments, eyes to watch us fall, and get back up, only to fall again, legs to stand on when we lose ours, but above all, God gave woman patience. Not in our sense of the word. God did not give a woman thick skin to put up with our shit. a woman will leave. God gave woman patience, and a knowledge of when the right time is, what the right motion is, the right smile.
This provides the sparkle in their eyes.
5. and above all, god infused woman with forgiveness. Where men simply forget, women can forgive. For all our faults, and for all our flaws, our destructive nature, our horror and the world we created with it, women forgive us, and love us anyway.
This is what makes women mysterious.
That’s what I’ve learned about women.
1. Women create life, therefore, they have a respect for life we lack. This gives their skin a certain silky texture.
2. Men have no internal motivation. There is nothing inside of us that forces us to expand. left to our own devices, we would get a job that didn't bother us too much, a few toys, and a telephone with which to call people to bring us food. Women are the motivational force we lack. They are not a substitute. They are not something we use in lieu of the original. They actually are that motivational force. Just imagine them being in your head, wait, let me clarify, imagine one of them being in your head (all of them is a fate worse than death). Imagine one of them being another inner monalogue. That voice that wakes you from sleep with a faint scent of perfume and soft lips. The voice that convinces you to go to work instead of quitting. God didn't put all the pieces in one body. That's what makes things so strange. He put all the important parts in the woman, and all the muscles and morality and guilt blockers in the man.
no, I don't know why.
This gives their hair a lustrous shine.
3. When we are born, all the things that we need are inside a woman's body. We can survive, quite comfortably, on woman alone. everything.
This tones up trouble spots (hips, thighs, waist, buttocks, etc...).
4. God gave them arms to carry us, to hold us, hands to take ours at the state fair, ears to listen to our laments, eyes to watch us fall, and get back up, only to fall again, legs to stand on when we lose ours, but above all, God gave woman patience. Not in our sense of the word. God did not give a woman thick skin to put up with our shit. a woman will leave. God gave woman patience, and a knowledge of when the right time is, what the right motion is, the right smile.
This provides the sparkle in their eyes.
5. and above all, god infused woman with forgiveness. Where men simply forget, women can forgive. For all our faults, and for all our flaws, our destructive nature, our horror and the world we created with it, women forgive us, and love us anyway.
This is what makes women mysterious.
That’s what I’ve learned about women.
