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What if?
Rythim and Blues genre of music was in the millenium 2001 graced by Kenneth Brian Edmonds aka Baby Face hit song 'What If'. Well, in this song Baby Face speculates around lot's of rhetorics about what would be the situation had he held on to his ex girlfriend and vice versa. The song elucidates how men think after break up. He asks what would have become of their baby boy, what would have become of their house, their trash, their car...et al.
This isn't about Baby Face's song at all, it's about how men think post script. Men are good at it. We see how beautiful our wives were when paying the alimony to our enstranged wives, when attending our exes weddings and when another man takes over, we become envious. I am sure the quote, "you never knew what you've got until it's gone away" was mostly inspired by a heartbroken son of somebody.
I am determined to break this voodoo, but how? After all, I am just a man, probably the weakest of them all...I can't compare but some may be at the lowest point of the superlative- 'weakest'. I may triumph only from learning the consistent mistake wired in the men's system called regret. Regret from missing her birthday, from missig her clueless cues, from not calling her on time, from not taking out trash, from missing her cousin's pastor's revival, from not buying her presents during father's day,every bit of that which will not put me on the defense from failing to do as she might have wanted.
How do I stabilise my house of cards? I have to play my cards close to my chest, lest it come tumbling down. Have you ever thought of letting her be the boss? Yes, she does as she feels? It is called shifting the burden of regret. Let her feel how hard it is to take out trash (not the human trash, you know "we'), how draining it is to intervene her world war with rats and every crawling insects, how had it is to juggle sleep with the burden of being the watchman, procreator and pillow, how had it is to figure out (in my case) in a plethora of women we chose her; (in her case) in a multitude of men she chose the snoring me (I don't), how hard it is to defy our third foot and if we fail to; we still love them unconditionally, how hard it is to break away from the crew after marriage...among other seas of superhuman things we do for them.
Men do things that only men can do, when we fail to, we tried. It is meant for human, relationships aren't meant to be easy, if anything strongest of relationships are built on foundations of mistakes which are corrected and never repeated and "if" repeated they come in mild unconscious nature forgivable. Regrets are healthy, they speak of our human side that is not sociopathic. We regret because we ackowledge slip ups and willingness to go back and correct them given chance. This is one thing that is healthy in reasonable dosage...those who regret their actions turn out to be learners and taechers.
That said, I am still waiting for that lab rat. I am not going to be test experiment of my own discovery. I hope it might work, failure of which we will introduce another test. Until then let's get the test results from any of you.
This isn't about Baby Face's song at all, it's about how men think post script. Men are good at it. We see how beautiful our wives were when paying the alimony to our enstranged wives, when attending our exes weddings and when another man takes over, we become envious. I am sure the quote, "you never knew what you've got until it's gone away" was mostly inspired by a heartbroken son of somebody.
I am determined to break this voodoo, but how? After all, I am just a man, probably the weakest of them all...I can't compare but some may be at the lowest point of the superlative- 'weakest'. I may triumph only from learning the consistent mistake wired in the men's system called regret. Regret from missing her birthday, from missig her clueless cues, from not calling her on time, from not taking out trash, from missing her cousin's pastor's revival, from not buying her presents during father's day,every bit of that which will not put me on the defense from failing to do as she might have wanted.
How do I stabilise my house of cards? I have to play my cards close to my chest, lest it come tumbling down. Have you ever thought of letting her be the boss? Yes, she does as she feels? It is called shifting the burden of regret. Let her feel how hard it is to take out trash (not the human trash, you know "we'), how draining it is to intervene her world war with rats and every crawling insects, how had it is to juggle sleep with the burden of being the watchman, procreator and pillow, how had it is to figure out (in my case) in a plethora of women we chose her; (in her case) in a multitude of men she chose the snoring me (I don't), how hard it is to defy our third foot and if we fail to; we still love them unconditionally, how hard it is to break away from the crew after marriage...among other seas of superhuman things we do for them.
Men do things that only men can do, when we fail to, we tried. It is meant for human, relationships aren't meant to be easy, if anything strongest of relationships are built on foundations of mistakes which are corrected and never repeated and "if" repeated they come in mild unconscious nature forgivable. Regrets are healthy, they speak of our human side that is not sociopathic. We regret because we ackowledge slip ups and willingness to go back and correct them given chance. This is one thing that is healthy in reasonable dosage...those who regret their actions turn out to be learners and taechers.
That said, I am still waiting for that lab rat. I am not going to be test experiment of my own discovery. I hope it might work, failure of which we will introduce another test. Until then let's get the test results from any of you.
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