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I thoroughly believe that a woman AND the man is happiest when the man is focused on himself and his life/interests.
I have always thought true about a dog and cat analogy that was once told to me by my father. I believe the general consensus is men like dogs more and women cats (typically.) Dogs are the perfect woman for a man. They are so fucking happy when they see you that they can hardly control themselves. They are extremely loyal and would do anything for you. A cat is perfect for a woman. Cats are selfish pricks. They only want to be around you when THEY want to be and could give a shit less as long as you feed them. Honestly the more attention I have given cats the less they liked me. I've known people to have cats and cannot stop petting them and they will run away at the mere sight of them. Meanwhile I am sitting down ignoring and I can't get puss off my leg, despite my best efforts to kick puss off.
My relationships have ALWAYS gone far better when I focused on myself and she was #2. There have been times when she has slipped into #1, and that is when things went downhill. She is less attracted, I am less ambitious and achieve less than I want to achieve. It was a repetitive trend for a stretch of my life.
Thankfully I have felt a new age creep into my life. Lust is the redeeming factor. With that brings an unseen force of ambition. Ambition is not a means to an end, but the mean and the end in itself.
Why does the woman acquire more intense feelings and attraction for the lover? Because he has a lust for life. His desire for greater things makes himself the object of desire.
As we reach adulthood it becomes increasingly hard to change who we are. In earlier life change was wrought by maturation from infant to schoolboy. Now we are left to our own device, like Adam being banished from Eden. And then God cursed the ground so that man would always have to work hard. He has to have the will inside of him, and the puissance to conquer and play his part on this stage.
So work hard, and revel in your ambition. Seek refuge in desire.
I have always thought true about a dog and cat analogy that was once told to me by my father. I believe the general consensus is men like dogs more and women cats (typically.) Dogs are the perfect woman for a man. They are so fucking happy when they see you that they can hardly control themselves. They are extremely loyal and would do anything for you. A cat is perfect for a woman. Cats are selfish pricks. They only want to be around you when THEY want to be and could give a shit less as long as you feed them. Honestly the more attention I have given cats the less they liked me. I've known people to have cats and cannot stop petting them and they will run away at the mere sight of them. Meanwhile I am sitting down ignoring and I can't get puss off my leg, despite my best efforts to kick puss off.
My relationships have ALWAYS gone far better when I focused on myself and she was #2. There have been times when she has slipped into #1, and that is when things went downhill. She is less attracted, I am less ambitious and achieve less than I want to achieve. It was a repetitive trend for a stretch of my life.
Thankfully I have felt a new age creep into my life. Lust is the redeeming factor. With that brings an unseen force of ambition. Ambition is not a means to an end, but the mean and the end in itself.
Why does the woman acquire more intense feelings and attraction for the lover? Because he has a lust for life. His desire for greater things makes himself the object of desire.
As we reach adulthood it becomes increasingly hard to change who we are. In earlier life change was wrought by maturation from infant to schoolboy. Now we are left to our own device, like Adam being banished from Eden. And then God cursed the ground so that man would always have to work hard. He has to have the will inside of him, and the puissance to conquer and play his part on this stage.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
-William Shakespeare
So work hard, and revel in your ambition. Seek refuge in desire.
"What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning."
Charlie Chaplin