Ah... Hysterical. That's funny. Ironic, actaully. Well, it is funny or ironic to anyone who has studied greek comedy, drama, or history. Or rather, medical science.
"The term originates with the Greek medical term, hysterikos. This referred to a supposed medical condition, peculiar to women, caused by disturbances of the uterus, hystera in Greek." (via Wikipedia, don't hate; this is a general encyclopedic [?] description, look it up somewhere else if you didn't study it.)
And after watching "The Bachelor," I often get hysterical about the hysterical-ness of women. I do. Not only because I can admit to being part of it, but also because of the simultaneous comedy and reality of the fact that the origins of women's "hysterical-ness" is so damned true. We get really wack, don't we, when the right (or wrong) man comes along? Most importantly, in general, we just get wack. We get off kilter, which is one of the things that God's other creatures don't seem to have to deal with. Bless our "human intelligence" for that one.
Think on this: women are told that being confident in who they are will be attractive to men. At the same time, women get multitudes of advice on how to prove (gauaranteed!) to a man that they are confident in who they are. It makes me hysterical just thinking about it. Because most of the women who are out there being "confident in who they are" might just be good studiers who are faking it (because, at least we know a good man when we see one). Those fakers! Hrmmph. On Valentine's Day, even. Hrmmph! They're just trying to grab society's perception of what a "good man" is.
And so, coming off of a difficult relationship, where I gave as much as I could give, given my guarded circumstances, I am faced with the fact that the man thinks I am a bit (if not more) on the hysterical side of things. Damn uterus. And so, due to my apparant "hysterical-ness" and his apparent "man-ness," we are at a disgustingly grotestque-could-ruin-someone impasse. On Valentine's Day, no less. Damn.
Can someone either explain it's (the uterus') mysterious process to me or take it out completely? I am so tired of letting good men go.
On Valentine's Day, no less!
And so, to all of you out there who are fortunate enough to know a good thing when you see it, who are well enough to know that some kinks are worth straightening out, to the perfect people that don't have a clue what I'm referring to, I wish you all a very great and romantic Valentine's Day, full of hearts and flowers and dreamy eyes of the future, remiss of any hysteria. Cheers.
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2 comments:
Hysterical.
He did more than break the rule, but I think we're both better off. Proof for both you and me that LDRs should probably be out of the question from now on!
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