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No, I won't be swimming. I'm still in recovery from swimming last week. Actually, I am thinking I will skip swimming today and tomorrow, if I will get into town. I need to try to track down a belt for the snow blower. We have a week of snow coming in and I am simply not up to shoveling all that. I mean a week, straight, of snow... on each day. It starts tomorrow evening. I may actually call around to a couple of places today.
I've been sleeping wrongly, somehow. My guess is last week saw more output than what I have seen sum total up to that week in the pool. Music really is a pusher that way. Speed, distance, shorter rests, all of it, added up. Now, it will get me going but I'm not quite ready. With lessons coming up, I want to be able to have something to put in, and once they start part of my pool time will be focused on improvements, which will be performed at a slower speed in order to do them right. That should help pace things, for now.
As for women being different? Sometimes, and generally, they understand and speak English. But their core, that which interprets what was said, spoken, read, written, seen, and heard... that is not a logic device, or... the logic isn't based on how logic is defined, or with the ends of defined logic. It is why women can and do enjoy the fanciful a great deal more, while denying it. What is odd is that while women enjoy such things, as a rule, they are terrible at creating it. Look through history, museums, and even pop top authorship (but more specifically the classics) to realize the truth of the matter. I have seen inside the mind of a woman or two. It is alien, emotion based, with an emphasis on losing to a winner. They are completely based on the pscycho-sexual and interpersonal. A few have a bit more capacity for a bit more classic logic, but... it's a dog and pony trick, almost purely. While, in one way, it is all about them... it is right until it isn't. It then becomes about the processes that involve them, so... sort of about them but not quite, or not personally. This latter is why women collude, despite nearly hating each other, save when they... love each other, either as a furtherance of loving themselves or in an aberration dealing with the processes that involve them. Well... that's about as good as I can do, from what I've seen.
Men? Food, love to include and more strongly based on sex, a logical approach to the world, and simply figuring things out. If we can't control, we want to know where the boundaries are both with the world and within ourselves. Testing, testing, testing. We will break things and ourselves finding out. We are quite simple. While I have an idea about women, I know that as soon as you square one of their circles it can and might well change, whether you, they, or it wants to or not. It is like describing the shape of water... There are principles, a mass by volume, rules that generally are true, but there is much that is just... well... random.
When I speak to women I know that almost anything I physically say has very little to do with what she hears or is listening for or to. I have learned, to a degree, to speak in some of the other... languages? I have to think about it, to a degree, if I want something specific to be heard (they don't, if they also don't consciously know what they are saying or understand directly what they are hearing). All of their communication goes into a black box and they react to it's output, and think more about it later. I can only interpret, roughly, what they are saying in those non-verbal languages... I'm always sort of guessing. If I seem to be good at it... when I choose to bother with it. I will only say this... whatever a woman tells you, if there is mutual interest? Ignore. She isn't telling you anything, she is asking you. If you wish, and she wants, you simply tell her. She will believe, even if you tell her the sky is a reddish purple in spite of it being blue, if you say the rest of it rightly for her 'ears'. Facts aren't important, or even needed to be true, if you are true, or at least they decide you are true enough.
Why are women weaker, subservient? Aren't we all children of God? Of course. But while men are the direct sons, women are the daughters of God AND men. Lilith failed... She failed herself. She failed man. She failed God.
Just... some thoughts. There, you have my most recently revised notes on teh womenz. :p
Later.
Much as game has helped me, that black box flummoxes me enough to show me how little I really grok.
ReplyDelete"Through a glass darkly..." illustrates our understanding of God, but at least as much so our understanding of woman.
Don't worry, not even women understand the black box, the few that even realize it exists. It doesn't work on logic, but levels of logic with varying and contrary goals plus simply random event choices. Women pretty much just do what the black box tells them to do, as regards male and female relationships... at least. When they accept a man, or whatever (such as a job, or even faith for nuns), as their leader, then they seem to settle into a more rational role... if they continue to test their choice. Gah!
ReplyDeleteAs I have mentioned, don't worry about how they get where they are going, just know where they could end up and be waiting. Know this, as Game is said to be able to teach, and you will own. But owning... isn't as complete as it seems, either. It's just one part of a shared life, and one aspect of it. They do have a non-black box side, too, which is more like us. If that seems almost used at random.
They weren't made to be solved. The puzzle, as well as their beauty, were meant to be a draw to our logic and nature. They are only to be utilized, rightly or otherwise, and they are. Men should be ashamed at what we have allowed them to become, if most of us alive didn't have much input in that we should have revolted long ago. What were they going to do, burn their bras at us? *shrug*
Oh, it'll be fixed, it always is. It's just that we may very well go through a global dark age to get that righted, most likely. And what comes out the other end, if anything, is anyone's guess.