The meaning of life

Disclaimer: this is written generally. In reference to GENERAL heterosexual habits. Not to say that it does not apply to everyone in some way, but the examples given, the best examples that could be used, tend to be hetero, since this is the richest source, and one that has the widest application.

Men and Women. Are different.

I know that and you know that. There are some people who make this more complex than it need be. There are some women, for example, who would like to think that they are no different to men. You’ve seen them; loud and obnoxious, impersonating the worst kind of man. If you feel manly, why not try on the gentleman guise, rather than that ugly, bar-propping hooligan bereft of style or substance?

No matter. Leave them to it, poor creatures. And then there are those people that over-emphasise the differences between man and woman. The woman that has an argument with her partner and becomes the cliche; meets her girlfriends and they then all proceed to pass the next hour complaining about various faults particular to man. And they all agree on several points. And they laugh. Ha ha ha ha ha. Because men are, really, so silly.

And men do it too. They sit in the pub making stilted conversation and from time to time will refer to the wife/girlfriend, almost always in some *derogatory* manner. While they tend not to sit about moaning for hours, they choose to poke fun subtly. Simple choice of vocab can be all it takes. Refer to your lady as “her/she”… The message carries.

I try to avoid it. There are differences between men and women. Obviously. But that does not mean that one is superior to the other. Men like to think women nag, women like to think men don’t think about things thoroughly. Who is in the wrong?

The fact that we all need to remember is that we are, ultimately, human. Men and women have differences, but it is easy to condemn the others’ faults and not our own.

Here is something to chew on:

If there is a beautiful girl, who happens to be a total bitch, a guy might say “I’d still do her” or “yeah but she’s still hot!” A woman might interpret this as shallow, superficial. A man can look at pictures of women he doesn’t know and feel aroused. Women don’t tend to use visual stimuli in the same way. Sure, you get those ‘hunks’ now in girly mags, but really, it’s not the same (it’s women thinking they are the same as men, and trying to be so, let them try.)

Supposedly, women (and I’m speaking generally) aren’t attracted in a merely physical sense. They also tend to look for ‘personality’. However, a total prat of a guy who shows the right kind of interest or even polite acknowledgment towards a woman can create that spark of attraction.

You see, it’s not because women are ‘deep’ that they are attracted to ‘personality’. Women crave that personal connection because it is a form of confirmation of their own existence. A man doesn’t need to feel connected or on a level with a woman to find her attractive. A woman craves information on a man, she likes a man who makes her laugh because he is having a direct effect on her emotions. He is a trigger.

Women need attention. A woman needs to feel like a man is speaking to her. What is this, in essence?

It is selfish.

Men are driven by selfishness. Women are driven by selfishness. Just in different ways.

Geisha girls, for example. A perfect example of man looking to buffer his own ego. He pays for a woman to painfully execute the vision of woman that suits his subconscious desire. The bound woman that delicately lifts the tea pot. The childlike giggles that fall right on cue when he does something funny. The flirty games. He feels good. He feels like a man.

Women will do the same, but in more subversive ways. They will manipulate real situations to achieve this effect, rather than openly pay for the experience.

But it is still the same.

We serve our selves. What we are born with, what we are born into, what we possess in spite of everything and anything, is our selves. I am a self. You are a self. The id. The ego. Existence in its purest form is The Self.

So what do we do… Even if we might like to pretend otherwise? We live selfishly. We are driven by selfish motives. It is inescapable. It is instinct.

The meaning of life. Like it or not. Is Selfishness.

*