December 22, 2003
Did you ever reach a point in your life where wondered. "how the fuck did I get HERE?" and then sit down to analyze the situation carefully? I have. Every time, I discovered the Truth of the Inevitable.
You don't see it while it's happening, but it's there. It's like dominos being lined up for one of those cosmic knock-down shows. It's gonna happen, sooner or later, and there is nothing you really can do to stop it. Once that first domino topples, the rest go behind it until they all fall down. Then, you're left with that mess of fallen dominoes on the floor.
Look back on how they all lined up and you can see the pattern, now that you've experienced the mess. You didn't see it before it happened, but you weren't looking for a pattern at the time. You trusted. You believed. You were a goddam fool. What happened was inevitable.
I don't know when the dominoes begin to form a line, but when that happens, they will topple. That fact is inevitable. From the time a person stands that first tile on end in a relationship, it's only a matter of time before they put more and more in the line, then feel compelled to tip the first one.
I've always said that wimmin carry Green-Stamp books in their heads. They remember every fuck-up you ever made in your life, because they put a Green Stamp in their book to remember it by. They forget everything good you ever did with a wave of a hand, but that goddam Green Stamp book is forever.
"You never should have talked to my mama the way you did on Christmas Eve three years ago."
"I don't remember Christmas Eve three years ago. What brought that up?"
See? She was into the Green Stamp book and started lining up the dominoes. Forget the fact that I fed her mama supper the previous weekend and she herself was wearing over $3,000 worth of jewlery I bought for her. That remark I made to her mama three years ago SUDDENLY DEFINES EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. And she has a Green Stamp in the book to prove it.
Wimmen. If they didn't have a pussy, there'd be a bounty on them.
There is a bounty on em', and we pay and pay and pay!
You seem like a very angry, bitter man when it comes to women in general. You know, were not all carrying the green stamp book. If there is trust and love in a relatioship a person shouldn't feel inclined to topple that first dominoe. Has to be more than that to the story. You must have a hard time letting go of the past from previous posts. Time to move on Rumbles.
Wimmen. Can't live with 'em, can't set 'em on fire.
My mother-in-law is pissed at me because I didn't ask about her BACK the last time she called. Nobody told her back was bothering her, but I'm screwed anyway. I should have intuited it.
No. I should have set her on fire.
Three words: THER-A-PY!!!!
Hmmmm. My husband ain't never said a cross word about or to my mama. She thinks the sun rises and sets on him and takes HIS side whenever we argue. Traitor.
And you don't also have a little book of your very own Green Stamps...you've sure pasted more than a few right here for us to see. Life is full of shitty people, with a few good 'uns thrown in just to keep us confused, so live with it and get on with it. Keep your eyes open, your powder dry, and move on.
If wimmen can carry (S&H) Green Stamps....then men should carry Big Bonus Stamps ( you gotta be an old fuck to remember those from grocery stores).
With all respect KZ, EVERY wommin carries a book of green stamps ( scorecard). It's in their genetic code. But unlike the fat gene that scientists say some of us are born with that helps explain the obesity, they COULD if they wanted, lose that weigthy baggage ( the damm stamps). But NO!!!!
And we all know that WILL's comment was not directed to "Rumbles"........whoever the fuck that is.
generalizations sure are fun!! it's so much easier than thinking, isn't it? just wrap yourself in whatever makes you feel better about hating 1/2 of the world's population and smile smile smile.
if you let these wimmen keep owning you by not letting go of the crap they did to you, you will never be free. you can't blame them anymore. every time you post about how your ex-whatever wimmen in your life did you wrong, they still own you and they will continue to own you until you get rid of it. i am ashamed that you don't seem to know that. venting is good, but come on. we're not all the same like men aren't all the same.
i've been keeping that inside for about 6 months. merry christmas. i am also ashamed that i had to tell something incredibly obvious to someone 20-ish years my senior but again, come on. you're the tall dog who is still owned by the bitches from the past. i respect you, acidman, you know i do, that's not bullshit, but the blind hate has to stop somewhere. feel free to rip me a new one like i know you will, i'm just another coldhearted, hateful, spiteful bitch in the world out to fuck you over, just like the rest.
Raspil, in this society women have the upper hand in owning men: women are the majority, women are not draftable, women own the children in divorce situations, women control most of consumer spending, women are permitted to have "choices", men dominate the most risky occupations, women live longer than men, etc..
For a man it is not possible to simply "move on" so that you are not owned, unfortuneately. Acidman's rants express a political reality. See it.
From my limited experience (married to one woman 12 years, another 24 years), it has to be a gene. Both had perfect recall of not just one, not just a few, but every single solitary bad act I had committed in the course of our relationships. If I complained about a current situation or started an argument, I'd get a diatribe cataloging a number of them proportional to the seriousness of the argument. At times, the list would go, on and on or on and off, for hours or days. And rest assured, the current event was a new addition to the list. It ain't fair, but that's just too damned bad for us. My opinion is that we clueless dudes just have to realize this is one among many things we'll never understand about women. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE WOMEN. The only thing I know for sure about them though, is that I don't have the foggiest freakin notion what makes em tick.
You have to get rid of this anger, A-Man. It's eating your ass up. Until the time machine is invented, there ain't a damned thing we can do about the past. Living well is said to be the best revenge. Take care of yourself. You have a good life. Go AHEAD and LIVE it.
Hey y'all, did it occur to some of you that verbalizing the anger and bitterness *is* part of "moving on"? Holding it in sure isn't theraputic. Vent on, a-man.
Mike said it well.
On our last go-round marriage wise, I told my ex two things about her, which for me had clinched the termination of the relationship.
1. I was used up and worn down. I was tired of fighting. I could not muster the emotional energy to give one more solitary damn about thing she had to say. She'd chainsawed into my heart one too many times, and I had nothing left to give. Fourteen years, and I couldn't go on another day.
2. She never fought to solve a problem. She only fought to win.
And, yeah, she was the fuckin' queen of Green Stamps. Redeemed 'em every chance she got, too.
Those two comments set her back on her ass and really made her take stock of things. I hope she'll remember 'em in her next go 'round with mr. wonderful number XXIIVI or whatever.
Sloop New Dawn
You want to judge all of us based on the actions of one woman.
Do you want to be judged based on the actions of my husband?
Let go of it, before I beat it out of you.
"Wimmen. If they didn't have a pussy, there'd be a bounty on them."
All this, and he's familiar with Nietsche?
Damn, A-man, you are a Renaissance Man!
Personally, I agree with Norm: "Women. Can't live with 'em. Pass the beer nuts"...
It might help if you learn to spell the word - women - its not that hard. No wonder you on't have one.
Man, what are you complaining about? You've produced (seemingly) a couple of good kids, you live as you like, Mr. Johnson is under conscious control, seems like there are a few women who'll take you as you are. The only conclusion I can draw is that that gal just broke your heart.