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Readers of this blog may have noticed that I'm a bit upsy-downsy with my moods.
That's because I'm a man of passion and earnestly feel what I say, and say what I feel. When I write humour I laugh. When I write tradgedy, I scowl.
Today, though, I feel GREAT!!!
I'm superman!! With my underpants on the INSIDE!!
I feel strong, powerful, invincible. I've just been for a 7Km stomp over hills, vallesy and streams. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and I feel ALIVE!!!!
I could pick up a mountain!! I better not, I might forget where I left it!
But sometimes, though, something just triggers some hidden nerve and being a sensetive person (despite writing a bastard of a profile) I cannot help but be moved by something.
This morning, on my morning walk for instance. I'd just tramped up a hill here. Looking over the back of it, I saw the lush green valley, and hidden in a white mist, the distant moutains, covered in dark forboding clouds.
Then the dark clouds moved. The morning sun shone its brilliant warm orange glow upon the rugged and snow capped mountains, contrasting strongly against the soft mist below and blue sky above.
It was breathtaking.
It was stunning, beautiful, poetic.
I gasped in awe.
Something ran down my cheek.
The view was so moving, so awesome, it overpowered me.
Why am I such a mass of contradictions?
I'm a sex-crazed horny man, but long just to talk to a woman.
I'm a big, strong brute, but I cry at a moving view.
I'm calm, collected and gentle, but will unhesitatingly dismember anyone who hurts a child.
Am I conflicted? No, I just think my brain was wired by a romance novel writer!!
I just want to be the red-hot shag the girls call when they need servicing. I end up being the strong arms they fall into when they need comforting!
Why can't someone just phone me for mind-numbing, red-hot sex and nothing else?
9/29/2005 8:15 am
WOW do I hear you on that one but in my case it is the other way around it is expected that a female is to be sensative yet be a tower of strenght and so on but just like you when it comes to getting down with a man I am interested in we just become great friends and the one they call for advice on their emotional torture LMBO like I really wanna know it should be me who they are "sulking" over, it should be me that they are trying to understand but know it is me they treat as one of the fellas when they are in need of advice and like all great friends I will freely give it yet think to myself " I am not your mother" " I wasn't the one that changed ur dirty nappies" "I was not the one who read books to you at bed time let alone kiss the hurts, pains, insecurities and fears away" but non the less I am treated as one of the fella's. Me little miss femine to the core, little miss softy treated as one of the fellas and then out of no where they seem to remember that I am a female and lets go to "N" she knows what is needed and how her sex thinks and feels......|
LOL what is that saying something to do with peas and pods LOL