The Ever Alluring Enigma

I am fascinated by a many natural phenomenon, all that my five senses allow, on this here jewel of the solar system. The Humpback Whales of Hawaii’s beautiful song or the instinctive nature of animals to nurture their offspring, such beautiful elements caught up in the randomness of this experience called existence. But it is the allure of one particular specimen of Gods mastery of biological architecture that fascinates me the most. Just when you thought you’d figured one of them out, another enigma presents itself, normally in the guise of a mood that you have to unravel, where the question “what’s wrong?” will simply never be enough, they need you to guess the specifics “don’t you care enough to know exactly?!”. This fact along with many more have held them to be considered, by many, as the biggest and most frustrating mysteries in the Universe.
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.
Oscar Wilde
Ask any heterosexual man on the planet and they will happily inform you that there is nothing more beautiful than a woman. I have always held the opinion that men are not as affected by the lures of beautiful objects such as flowers or butterflies as they are far to busy being locked in the hypnosis of a women’s elegant curves. Being able to hold the attention of one of these beasts is an art form that you’ll find discussed and analysed at great length, normally on a Friday night among the men that could, maybe, perhaps, have a chance, at capturing that allusive sweet gaze. For it is that very effort that is appreciated most by these fine creatures. However once the success of the attention is reached, it opens the doors to an even larger challenge, one that can produce a game so intricate, that you had better step up to the mark, or be prepared to lose.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot

Ask a man, any man, tall ones, short ones, the ones with big bushy beards to give you a definition of emotional intelligence and many would struggle to give you a definitive answer. Ask a woman, and I am sure that you’ll be barraged with an influx of colourful examples, all of which are actually correct. The beauty of an emotional intellect is that it varies from person to person. Nevertheless, their high levels of emotional intelligence are best displayed when concentrated into their exquisite intuition. They are absolute experts at reading a persons emotions, so much so that they get upset if you’re unable to read theirs, as it comes so naturally to them, they assume that us men are blessed with the exact same gift, we’re not. A woman is unfortunately always right, and their ability to sniff out a lie is unparalleled, so consider your actions next time you decide to discuss that night out you had with your fellow pack of wolves, or the “we just had drinks together” with the girl from work yarn, because like a predator themselves, they shall hunt the truth out of you, faster and easier than you falling for their charms on your first night together. But the pain of being sniffed out is just the beginning, for hell know no fury like a woman scoured.

In vengeance and love, a woman is far more barbaric than any man could ever wish to be Friedrich Nietzsche

Vengeance being a dish best served cold is a tactic all too familiar to the fairer species. Being men, vengeance is a simple thing, that normally results in some broken noses and first class tickets being issued to Headbutt City. Women are all too well rehearsed in the weaknesses of men, they know that a mans pride is the most delicate of persona strengths he owns. take that away, and you’re left with a withering wreak, a shell of the man that once was. It will almost always come in a slow calculated attack, where the comparisons of dogs to men and women to cats certainly is highlighted. They will break you down and crush you, destroying emotions that you never knew you had. So how best to handle these alluring enigmas? The answer is obvious, isn’t it?

Honesty is the best policy.
Benjamin Franklin

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2 responses to “The Ever Alluring Enigma

  1. I sure love reading your blog, Matt. This last post is one of my favorites.

  2. wedieeveryday

    “where the question “what’s wrong?” will simply never be enough,” You got it right…

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