|Why Do We? (standard:Editorials, 855 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: Jan 29 2008||Views/Reads: 1938/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Why do we do the things we do for love? Can someone please answer that for me?|
Why Do We? I will say before hand I don't mean "we" as in not only females. I'm sure there are males out there who will read this and say women are just as bad. So the pronoun "we" will be used as a general reference of both sexes. _____________________________________________________________________ On my walk this morning I had millions of thoughts. Though that's not usually for me , I decided to write about them to see if someone could help me out. So bare with me. I'm hoping not jump from one subject to another. Mainly it will have one theme. Get on with it dumb ass!<<<To myself . Okay, here's the question. Why do we do the things we do to get a man/woman? We go through so much junk to make ourselves attractive. There's diets, dying our hair, perming our hair, plunking and tweezing, puffing and pulling, makeup, or going without it, where does it all stop? At what age do we just throw our hands up and say enough is enough? I'm 37 years old, married to the same man for 10 years, and the mother of two basically grown children. I'm so tired of depending on my appearance to get me further in life. To be honest, it never has. So why is it I feel the need to make myself more attractive when what I have at home should be enough? Why does love have to be so important in our lives? When I walked outside, lo and behold, Koda was off his leash. I can't keep this dog in the yard . We have a fence, which he has destroyed hence the leash. I don't believe in choke chains, but we had one of those on him. The dog doesn't care. Though the chain wasn't tight, DON'T believe in it, he still manages to get off every thing we put him on. (Yes, I'm going somewhere with this. Just hand on .) I thought, since he was already off, what the hay? He could walk with me. He's used to being outside, because he's HUGE and I can't have him in the house for fear his tail will destroy every thing in sight , he'll be able to hang the mile of walking. Duke, Dutchess, or Julie can't because they aren't used to being outside in the cold that long. Anyway, Koda is the best dog. He's gentle, kind, and, so sweet. He minds like a dog is supposed to. Trust me, MY two don't . But Koda and Julie mind better than the kids . As we were walking I was thinking about men and how they are nothing like their best friends. Koda comes when I call him, minds when I tell him to get out of the road, doesn't jump on the kids in the park when I forbid him not too, he's a good dog. Now I'm NOT saying I want a man this way. I'm saying it would be nice to see a man care as much as dogs do. Men/women shouldn't come at every beck and call, but it would be nice to know there is someone there when you need them. We don't actually mind our partners. I don't want that either, but it would be nice to be able to have a conversation without someone proving the other wrong all the time. We tease, flirt, and ogle the opposite sex. Wouldn't it be nice to know you're enough in the eyes of the person you love? Why do we do this? I don't understand the ways of men and women. When we say we love someone we're supposed to do that with our whole hearts. We should strive to make a go of it, even if it's not an easy road to hoe. We shouldn't have to change ourselves to suit them. We should be happy with the person we are and love ourselves, maybe not more than the other person but close to it. Right? Then why is it we torture ourselves? Why is it we bend over backwards to make our loved ones important but forget about making ourselves that way? Why is it we care more about their feelings than we do our own? Why it is we can be "friends" with them, but not lovers? Koda is afraid of the major highway which runs in front of our park as I am of love. He knows there are monsters traveling fast that could hurt him very badly. When we're walking he stays as far from the road as he likes but still keeps me in sight. How come he is smarter than I am? Where he avoids danger, I plunge in head first without an evacuation plan. Where he knows better than to risk his life, I take my chances. Where he's smart enough to do what his instincts tell him to do, I'm so stupid I don't listen to the inner voices and plow through life like my very life depended on it. How come God made animals smarter than humans? Could someone please tell me that? Tweet
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