Thursday, August 6, 2009
control, Sodini, and south of the Border
Im kinda ……..sorta……...fraid of heights. I mean………I think it’s a realistic fear. Totally justified. You hang me off the Empire state building by my foot and I WILL scream like a girl. When I get on a ferris wheel I kinda slump down all stiff and stare at nothing and go “aha…haha…..aha” …weeeee ………. isn’t this fun??…aha loss of sphincter control…..
Im sure people like being in control. As a man Im going to tell you that being in control is something that boys are taught to develop. Take control of your finances. Take control of your job. Take control of your life. Control the sale, the opposing player, the car, your emotions, more more more. Be aggressive. A lazy hunter has an empty stomach. Are you with me?
Some of the same qualities that a man has to have in order to be successful are the same qualities that women like and hate at the same time. “hes controlling” “hes a control freak” Theres a lesson here somewhere.
(Some) girls marry guys in law enforcement (or the military) thinking “yeah that’s a good choice”. What? Hes controlling? Nooo!!!!! What the #^$%^&* did you think he was going to be? Let me wear that shoe for a minute…. Im marrying a prostitute cuz…..she has to be good in bed….yeah…this going to be the best idea EVER.
Men get frustrated if you take away their control. Pissed off even. Lose control over your work, body, finances, life and yes family and you end up with tragedies like Sodini. A good man is IN control. Not controlling. That’s when a woman feels safe and secure. I had a guy use the argument that there is only one keel to a ship. I told him not on a catamaran……he shut up. Relationships are a partnership (Duh). Some men just can’t switch from the sword they use at work to the butter knife they’re supposed to use at home. Does that make sense? Be careful what you start when you pull out your sword.
My buddy and I went to south of the border and up the elevator to the top of the sombrero. I look up. Its high enough for me. The ground feels good and then ……….the glass elevator takes off. “aha…haha…..aha” …weeeee ………. isn’t this fun??......We get to the top and I start walking around like a drunk cat on whiskey. But you know……loss of control was worth it and my fear of heights didn’t stop me from enjoying the view. You might like it up there too.