another favourite subject of mine. without aggression, there is nothing. no existence. We weren't meant to live in harmony, everyone getting along with one another. it is not natural. But then neither is nuclear war. yet we try to prevent it. another man-made tool of fear, much like god. god, pfffft, I really care about not giving two shits to the subject, don't I? ah well, as long as the thought of god keeps people from committing rapes and murders. oh, wait, snap :D.
Coming back to aggression. I have twice in my life been so angry that I have not cared about personal harm, but just wanted to hurt other people as much as I could possibly. and twice in my life, I have been really scared, that I would hurt myself. no surprise, the latter had to do with women. I can't ever hit a woman. I just wish there were women who didn't take advantage of that. My new technique of grabbing and holding tight seems pretty successful. keeps me from wanting to hurt myself, stops me from hurting a girl.
When I actually look back, I'm very emotional. scarily so. and if you were to see me when I wasn't upset, you would never believe it is the same guy. actually, nobody does. apparantly it's all an act. something I'm happy to let everyone believe. don't want them thinking I'm vulnerable now, do we. can't be no stud then.
being a man is hard. ur expected to be everything. can't get away with anything.
rich enough so ur woman never has to work and can shop all day. yet, not be materialistic...
be really erect every single time you see her naked. but have a highly suppressed libido when it comes to any other female on the planet... seriously, can't check anyone out...
be the bad boy who turns his woman on, you know, the leather clad, muscled beast who is great in bed. while being sensitive to the womans feelings and making sure her dad likes you.
it's frustrating. but it's a job i don't mind. I like feeling like a man . a proper man. the feeling you get when you know its not just the cock that hangs between your legs that makes you one.
I'm a kid trapped in an ageing man's body. fuck. I'm 24. when and how did that happen. at 18, I couldn't wait to get older. now it's like WTF. I call 40 year old people by their first name. shocking.
aggression. yeah. the purpose of this post. Don't have it. be calm like the earth. but when the time is right, and when it is needed, do what is needed.
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