On Women and Love

Love is unconditionally beautiful and evil, love is a hormonal effect that happens in your body, that after all the times that I have felt it, still leaves me speechless every time, it hurts but it’s a drug, and you can’t stop as long as you feel it, it could be towards one person or multiple, I do not know why society made it such a stigma to love more than one person. I love a lot of women, they really interest me, does not mean I want to have a relationship with them, but I admire their beauty, since their beauty increases one’s lifespan, takes away from one’s trouble.

When you feel love, they want you to commit, which logically speaking is stupid, since woman is the only drug you are allowed to indulge on as long as you remain on one pill.

Having fancy to more than one woman is taboo, why is it taboo to admire beauty? Why should we always promise on eternal time, when we are finite beings? Why should we always commit when our commitment to life is bound to fail?

Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against commitment, I have nothing against finding a woman to settle with after sometime, but how will you know when to settle, when you have not tasted all tastes? How will you know this is the end while you didn’t even traverse the road?

Most marriages based only on love fail, because love is hurtful and a person who loves is a person who is hurt.

Many womanizers have a bad reputation, but most of them aren’t misogynistic, they adore women, and their adoration of women is what pushes them to what they do, they settle too early due to society’s pressure, and fail miserably, as they were destined too.

Days are passing and I seem to see more beautiful women, they all want to be recognized for their beauty, for their art, for their intellect, so why not praise who deserve to be praised?

Why not tell her how she looks? Why not tell her that her intelligence puts the brightest minds to shame? Why not praise her wit and not just look at her as an object?

We are afraid, I am afraid, because love hurts, love hurts so hard because it seems to engulf you in this fantasy while you seem to grasp so hard into reality, I don’t want to go away, because all fantasies have an end.

An end, but why are we so afraid of this end? Why does it seem that we don’t want to reach an end? Why don’t we want to be looked at so awfully? Why can’t we accept a small rejection? Why does it sting so badly?

I look again at the mirror but what do I see, what do most see? The scientific explanation is that we see ourselves, but we barely do, we see society, we see this person looking at us weirdly, we see people who we perceive as way better going than us in life, we see the future, we see despair, we try to find the worst case of what could happen, of how people could perceive us and take this to remind ourselves that everything is fine, that we are risk calculators.

We claim to be such powerful beings, we claim to climb mountains and travel the universe, and we claim we are so huge, but when we see a women we become sheep.

A sheep is not horrible though, it is cute being, silent and seems happy, but dull. Is this what we really want to be?

Do we really want to be dull? I hate dull, I guess many do, because dull engulfs your life and sucks the meaning right out of it, makes it painful to exist, this is why the most fun are the womanizers or the most shy, because they put fun and meaning back to life, they do not live it scared or shaded with lies and misconceptions.

Look at a woman right now and what do you see? Do you see a future where you try to talk to her or do you just see the beautiful present?

Sometimes we back off, we back off sometimes from people who like us because we fear commitment, we fear the future, because all our lives we were meant to think of a simulated future, where this and that should happen or else.

What if there is no future? What would you do? You couldn’t just leave the love you feel behind, and continue dully through life. Life is when the heart beats and your mind thinks, when you create beautiful things or see beautiful things, since without beauty life lacks meaning again.

This does not mean that each woman should be a goal to conquer, since it is impossible, which makes it way more beautiful. But acknowledging their beauty and sentiments and intellect is a role that we should not miss.

When songs and movies about love are written, there is always a girl in the background of the mind, but she is not the motivator, the idol concept of ‘woman’ in his mind is, which changes from time to time, or sometimes, never does.

Sometimes we are afraid to say what we think or write it, as we are afraid of the lingering judging eyes of peers and family and even strangers, and we ask ourselves ‘What will they think of me?’, but one time the question will pop up again in your head ‘What will they think of me?’, and when you think of the questions for too long, maybe you will finally understand the difference.

Intellect is so beautiful in a woman, you can consider it a physical attribute, the most beautiful woman, if we come near to her can become so repulsive you cannot see her again. What she reads, what she knows, her wit and sense of humor can even make one of the un-prettiest women an angel to look at, except of course for dull people.

All that I know about a woman but I still know nothing, they put all their emotions out there but are still the most mysterious beings while men who try to suppress all emotion can be read by a woman like she reads her favorite book, easily and steady, and maybe that is what makes us dull to them, we are a bunch of papers which she could read anytime from her favorite book, so what is the difference?

Many men objectify women because this is what we are used to, we used to adore gold, and still do. We used to adore statues, we were always fond of objects because they represent the idol state, they cannot do no wrong.

But women do wrong and this is the problem, so we will resent them, hate them, pity them, and love will fade, and this is when objectification becomes unhealthy, we will hate what we adore, we will create a paradox that no one understands, misogynistic people, how dull.