THE PUNK ROCK EDITORIAL
This one is a little different, a whole lot of fun and sure to piss some
of you off!
ok so this has nothing to do with being punk, but dammit, i don't care.
This cries out to the underlings of society and reaches into their very
souls. Well at least the young single dork punks it does. Which i am
proud to consider myself a unstanding member...
A Textual Documentary on the Ramblings of a Psychopath
I will begin this essay with both an observation and a fact. I have a
problem with girls. I am in no way the only male with this problem, but
while other males (not necessarily men, I feel you must earn that title)
merely use females as sexual objects to further their pleasure and
social status, I am stuck in left field wondering what the hell girl
want. The problem may be that I haven't decided if I want a girl or a
woman, fore they are very separate and different things. A woman is
pre-occupied with a career and advancing herself as an individual, while
a girl is pre-occupied with herself and material possessions. There is
no age limit to womanhood and girlhood. There are 48-year old girls and
18-year old women in the world. Girls are usually younger because of
social restrictions dealing with "work permits." Hopefully I will go no
further into the minds of women because, sadly, I know nothing more
dealing with this particular matter.But like I said this is an essay
about me, and my problem. The problem primarily being that I don't know
what females are looking for in a boyfriend. I know what they say they
want, but in case your new to the planet females never say what they
truly want. What females say they want are funny, sensitive guys that
have a good personality and know how to treat a girl/woman. If this
were true there would be a shortage of single hobos in the world then.
And this is not the case. In the following section I will inform you as
to my beliefs on what females want in a boyfriend. And remember, these
are merely my beliefs, if you disagree feel free to let me know.First
off, remember that girls and women are different, and so are their
interests in "love."It is a natural instinct inside everyone to make
sure they are taken care of. This carries over to whom they will spend
the majority of their time with. This does not mean that the richest
guy always gets the girl, but if we were in Vegas- Women and girls
alike are looking for the perfect guy that complements their needs and
personality. This means both opposites and similarities attract.
People are selfish. Both the 48-year old businesswoman with the
25-year old surferboy and the 17-year old valleygirl with the 35-year
old stock broker are attempting to better themselves. By hanging all
over the surferboy the businesswoman is allowed to relive part of her
youth which she gave up when she focused on her career. And by
consorting with the stock broker the valleygirl is allowed to feel like
a woman while still keeping her hedonistic and materialistic youth. And
sure the psychologist and the sociologist may tell you different
theories, this is my essay. Everyone wants what they can't have. The
old bag wants her lost youth, the young slut wants her womanhood, and
the angry author wants his happiness in love.
So while it appears a female wants a sensitive, humorous, and personal
guy, it seems to me she really wants the rich, shallow, athletic model
with high priced stock dividends. If the guy is dimwitted that's an
added bonus because then the female can do the thinking for both of them
when it serves her purposes.
Now of course there are exceptions to all of these ideas
I have, especially whoever is reading this essay now. I know you
wouldn't fit these molds, this is just an observation about the others.
So it would seem that I have a fairly general grasp on what women want.
I guess my problem isn't that I don't know what they want, it's that I
am unwilling to change to that rich, shallow, athletic model with stock
dividends. I am stuck as myself, the bitter yet sensitive,
semi-talented poet/musician, with a strange sense of humor and
personality. Damn I suck...