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“V Day, Va Va Voom”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , on February 9, 2012 by ichas8440

Started out from a culturally related component, morphed, becoming a Christian based day.  Materialistic aspects confirmed and now; totally commercial.

Cupid, on a break from his anticipated activities, took a moment to inhale the roses.  Decided to kick-back, toss down a room temp Brandy and as he did so, casually leaned over and shared with The 22nd G, his observation of the times on his break out day.  Pointing out how people were overly consumed by the chase during the season leading up to…  V Day.  It was evident through mutually identifiable body language, their thoughts originated along the same lines.  Sniffers raised, they saluted themselves and continued to enjoy their favorite mid-day beverage, Grand Marnier.

In further contemplation of people and their motivations, especially during the season of love, I…  Yeah, I’m high-jacking this episode for now.  I could see how commercial everything had become.  Not that commercialism is a bad thing, what is bad is the failure of real communications during this time of human transparency.

Presenting one with a bouquet of flowers isn’t just about running out, finding a bunch that has been arranged correctly and sending them with the quickness to the object of one’s desire.  Nor is it about placing a kiss upon another’s cheek, then nervously step back and immediately reciting some words you have no concept of what they mean or any idea of the impact of expected emotionally achievement.

Romance without timing is like watching a commercial where those presenting the info are racing against the clock.  Hoping to recite all they have to say and before the allotted time define pushes them over budget.  Yeah, imagine watching something that is targeted to and for you.  You sit there, focused and then, realize, “this is a rushed production“.  Or…  It could be something such as, listening to your loved one as they ramble through their words.  Slobber drippin’ from the corners of their mouth and all because they refuse to slow their roll.  break from the babble, taking just a moment to breathe.  Yes, catch a breath, maintaining their physiological composure.  Maybe even by doing so, preserve a chance of future indoctrination into those who are successful in love.  And you listen, intently wondering to yourself; for what?

Previously, way before this point in time, it was brought to my attention as to why I was so manipulative.  I heard this redundant statement and my response was.  “Put yourself in the same situation and you will say (assertive).  Flip-the-script and back to me, the operative word becomes aggressive, self-absorbed and manipulative.  Really F.U.”

Some of us remain in the winners circle all because we don’t allow others to do us by defining our moment in time.  Time is relative, meant to be managed not be managed by.  When Valentines Day comes around, I’m not lost in thought as to what to get.  Racking my mind with the thoughts of what can I do that will put me in a brighter light and then…  Allowing me to score because my loved one will see me as thoughtful.

Thoughtfulness begins at the initiation of thought itself.  Romance like V Day should have been in the equation way before the day seems to be seen coming up over the horizon, but…   People are lost in their own illusions ’til they haven’t even considered how and why to keep the romance in the mix.  And when V Day does appear those who haven’t thought about it, run around searching for the right thing to get and…  Don’t see that it’s not gonna work.  No way, no how and definitely not now.

“I cannot speculate where others are concerned but…  In my world, false presentations are recognized before they ever show up”

Life is simple, basically you give to receive, provide because you would like to see the same come your way.  Life, it’s like this, reach out and talk, give another the respect of your attention cause you really want their attention in return.  Not multi-tasking while you sit  there, pretending to listen but lying about processing every word they’ve said, only to.  Support that BS by attempting to convince them of your acquired abilities to chew bubblegum while walking at the same time.  In fact, why does one feel the need to justify their lack of providing another with undivided attention?  Actually it’s done because he or she whose attempting to convince doesn’t believe themsleves either and…  They know their projected image is’t working well.  What this is, is psychological nonsense.  Much like giving a gift during V Day while talking about how much He or She means to one but…  Images of another or something else altogether has occupied your mind.  Oh yeah, when you serve one with B.S., they know you are all about the a la carte.  Meaning, selfish!

A guy once asked me why did I take his Wifey.  I didn’t even qualify this stupid ass question with an answer.  At another point in time, a female associate during her moment of “reflection“.  Contemplative probably because when she brought this DRAMA my way, I was still doin’ me.  So to save her own diginity, she concocted this idea of inquirying as to “what about us“.  Begged to know how could I take advantage of her during a moment of emotional confusion.  She’s still waiting on an answer too.

You see, when one commits to another, He or She will not fall to the ways of the world, stooping to lows just because the words are divine coming out of another’s mouth.  One who is onto another may dream of others but.  The move isn’t worth the experience of the exploration.  Base-line; no one can take what is yours.  ‘Ol boy never had any claim on his Wifey because a wife doesn’t do what his Wifey was alleged to have been a part of in the first place.  Pretty much his imagination was; over-active.  More so relics of some luggage he carried from his past.  As for ‘ol girl, when you are experiencing a, “as she so eloquently said“, moment of emotional confusion.  How in the hell are you gonna remember what actually took place during that “un-conscious-able” blast from the past?  Emotions, confused, hypnotherapy to regain repressed thoughts and images won’t even achieve that state of awareness.  Really, engage in some “extra curriculum sexual adventures” and trying to put the blame on another; not so easy.  A move much like providing your loved one with something on Valentines Day that was really an after thought because He or She was never the pinnacle of your thoughts in the first place.

Intelligence is something very identifiable.  If one has an aptitude for anything in which they’ve excelled in, there are two things you can base it on.  Innate or acquired.  Romance is something I do because.  Well, I excel in the emotional satisfaction that comes with involvement in this Art.  Plus, it is easy for me to associate any moment extracted from this association and apply it to almost any other aspect of life.  Oh yeah, that “UCC” in full effect.  In this instant this is called transference of knowledge based on insight of same.  Right, doctors don’t do business well because they aren’t orientated like that nor have they exposed themselves to that aspect of life.  Much like those dummies who rush to seek another just for the imaginary benefits assumed the other will provide.  You are in a zone un-familiar to you so the result will be like insanity.  No matter how you do, you keep doin’ it the same way you do, results; always the same.

Each day is not just another day.  Days are what you make ’em to become.  I hate working on cars.  Not because I don’t know the technical aspects of them but because I don’t like to get dirty.  A friend who was working on my car heard this and said to me, “just wash up afterwards“.  Yeah, I felt so simple but.  You know me, critical thinking 101 so I came back with, “I’ve never said I didn’t know how to work on cars“.  Right, I am not the doctor who only knows medicine.  Those bedside manners so needed in other situations, I have that in my DNA too.  My profession will not dictate my methods.  how you are should be predicated on who you are, not what you’ve become.

On that issue about the fella’s Wifey.  Yeah, she and I spent some time together.  I can say it was all in an attempt to share with her the fact that she hadn’t lost a ‘thang and her attraction was constant.  But…  You decide what my involvement was.  On Ms. Thang a la “The Lady In Red“.  Did we steal away into the bamboo forest and show “heels up while someone’s toes were down“.  Was it “I” whom took advantage of a woman in psychological distress?  Hummm, what can I say?  If I must say anything it would be this.  Where I have been, those who’ve been with me were there based on their own conscious decisions.  One talks, another listens, sometimes a ‘lil motivation is needed, but.  The choice will always be theirs.  It’s better that way.  Why love when one is lost in space?  Why engage where one is focused on completing another’s time table?   What’s in one’s mind can be denied but only to those who haven’t…  Mind their own business.  Right, when you do mind your business there is not business you cannot decipher.

Psssss;  Cupid in his moment of down time, drank up all the brandy and now has the munchies.  He’s raided the frig and can’t seem to find his arrows.  I wonder.  I wonder if those arrows are what’s needed to get all those people to recognize that what they are doing on Valentines Day is all a personal choice.  Hummm, traditional gifts or…

Come… Lay With Me

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , , on February 8, 2011 by ichas8440

“These 3 words”, sorta’ like those other three words.  They say a picture captures more than words, okay, if all you are is based on visuals.  Now when you are all inclusive as in being a total package yourself; words go straight to the heart.  Mainly because you are fully capable of absorbing them!

Sometimes, when words are expressed their value gets caught-up in all the clutter of one’s life.  I call it mess because these 3 words usually come before one has had a moment in which to apply that commitment test.  Such is life, but still…  There is a chance you can get it right.

If you read my recent post entitled “Secret Stuff…  Ooooh Yeah”, then you know I touched on the issues discovered when one gets into throwin’ things while living in a glass house.  As a result of “those tossing’s”.  More things have hit the fan within the lives of those used to define the situations within that piece.  Not that I wanted to add to their mess but again; such is life.  Now that another Holiday is quickly approaching I feel the need to…  “Breath on y’all again”

“What holiday you say?” Valentines Day.

As in all Holidays, they arrive every year, without delay.  This year, I take it upon myself to put it out there like its ‘pose to be.  Yeah, some of those in my corner recently approached me and said.  “G can’t say you’re anal retentive but you are damn close to it.  But ‘cha really know how to make a woman forget the mess while seeing you at your best!” Needless to say, I like being recognized for doin’ something right.  Her point was in reference to Valentines.  A day of love, but also a day where most just follow the norm.  Status quo as in scripted love!

I have a question, “What topics attract the most?” Don’t trip, confuse yourself while trying to answer something that is rhetorical.  Do this, reflect on the context that these three words are found within and you’ll have the answer.

Some only express these 3 words when under the influence of intoxications.  Others…  Say those three words when their feet are cold and warmth is the motivation.  Regardless of when they erupted from your mouth, the affect is the same despite the scene or setting in which they float on the air.  And check this, if you are one of the lucky ones who happens to be the recipient, well you know the power of…  These three words!

Valentines Day.  Color, Red.  Edibles in play, chooo-coooooo-lat’.  Red within Western Society connotes division.  I don’t ascribe to this nonsense because I’m not that type of Warrior, I like the Oriental understanding of this color which symbolizes good luck.  With chocolate, it was cultivated while being refined by the Mayans, a real Super Power from way way back in the day.  Chocolate once reserved for use by the powerful during ceremonial events eventually trickled down to the masses.  Being the Romantic One, I’m of the minds set that associates this sharing as a result of knowing the aphrodisiacal powers of the product.  Yeah, the more it was “given to the masses” the less inhibited they would be to whatever the proposal will be!  See this as manipulative, I don’t think the Mayans cared so why should I.  Save your hatin’ for those who worry about haters. Life is best lives like this.  “When you intend to make a difference you’ve gotta think way outside of the norm.” Maybe this is why so many “fall on their sword” and can’t get back up!

“Falling on one’s sword”, a metaphor coming from way back when…  When people took their own lives rather than allow for the capture of their being.  Disgraced, publicly humiliated by He or She who was victorious.  Well flip the script, during Valentines Day who is more “clowned”, meaning ridiculed, teased behind their backs?  The one who misses the point or the one who pushes the point!

Disgraced, humiliated…  All relative.  I speak about the causes & affects of stupidity within a relationship because I’ve really been there.  You will only fall on your sword and rise again if…  If and when you know what you stand on & for will support you no matter what!

Valentines Day, synonymous with romance!  Valentines Day, power day for those who understand the play.  “I’m not Player”, (read exactly as written).  “I…  Definitely know how to play.” Hummm, maybe that’s why I am forgiven each and every day, especially after Valentines Day!

Psssss;  These three words.  I’ve heard ‘em come in the form of; “I love You”.  Not to be confused with the love spelled “luv” which really means “we are just friends”. Usually deployed by someone looking for way more than they are willing to give.  As in someone who is really comin’ to you as an imposter.  I’ve also heard these 3 words formulated like I started the piece with; “lay with me”.  Reserved & only used when one has made another feel sooooo good they don’t want ‘cha to leave and…  As a compliment, seductively say…  Come.  Lay with me…