I have so much respect for people that do amazing things, people that go out of their comfort zone, people that risk their life to entertain you for a minute. People who take pleasure in making you feel amazing. As I said in one of my older posts: There are people who drawn from a glass of water and people that can swim from England to France.
People that dedicate their life to a certain passion. People who give away family to pursue what they love. It fascinates me that some people turn out to be such amazing husband/wife material and some people turn out to be a lone wolfs. People that wonder the world seeing things most of us will never get to. Why? Because people have choices. You make your own life, not one is going to make it the way you want. There’s so many places to go, so many things to see, so many situations I crave to be in, so many experiences I want to go through, so many people I want to meet, so many things I want to learn, the hard way.
It’s mind-blowing how some people have certain principles. Although I hate biology and chemistry, I love what the human mind can do. The places it can take you, surrounded by the 4 walls of your room. Just close your eyes and dream. People that have that ability, I envy you, so much.
I was in college the other day and I had this conversation with this guy, I asked him if he drinks alcohol. He calmly said: “I don’t drink”. I looked at him bewildered, my ignorance not realising the diversity in people. I aggressively asked him if he had ever tried it…….He looked in my eyes and smiled, saying: “I don’t drink”. He had that look on his face, like he didn’t understand my stupefaction. That’s human nature….
Sure, you have people that stab you in the back for a greater salary, and you have people that think they stole your girlfriend. Of course he doesn’t realise that if you allowed him to steal her, she stopped being yours before he even got there or should I say in there. 🙂
You also have people that annoy me until my blood starts to boil. They’re still people, they’re still fascinating, just not to me. People that have a hard time comprehending logical reasoning. Because everything in this world happens at the wish of a supernatural god that punishes you when you sin. SUCH LAUGH.
I find astonishing this rule people created. I was on my way to college the other day, I took my packet of cigarettes out, realising I had like 18 left I fainted a smile. 20 seconds later, someone walks up to me and asks me:”Do you have a spare cigarette?”. Mind-blowing. Not “I’ve seen you take your cigarettes out, can I please have one?”. No, of course not. You can’t put someone you don’t know in an awkward situation. You have to ask if they have a spare one, although you’ve seen their packet. There are certain rules that we follow, without even realising it.
It mesmerises me to learn about people, to see what makes them tick, what makes them do things, what makes them blindly follow religion, what makes them be so passionate about science, what makes people make the choices they make. I want to know their stories. I want to……KNOW.
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Found this on reddit and decided to give my thoughts on you, impossible women.
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
Motorcycle won’t start…can’t figure out why”
The person who inspired me to start blogging once wrote: “There’s no woman that can’t be read. Just retarded men.”
You spend hours personalizing your smartphone. Adding new games, new widgets. But you could so much more with the tip of your finger than moving them about on a cold screen.
You speak Spanish, Italian and English. But you can’t speak her language. You’re a glorified champion at chess but you’re only a beginner with her.
We complain the they’re complicated, but what good things in life come easy? You got to make a decision. Is she worth it? If the answer is yes then cudos to you, if the answer is no, then you’re not worth it. It’s easier to say “it can’t be done” before truly trying. You see this vexes me. We got used to getting our way with “easy women”. When we meet a WOMAN that knows what she wants, who knows her value, who knows you didn’t randomly walked up to her. She knows you studied her, her walking, like a predator.
You complain she’s impossible when you use the same compliment, you just change the receiver. She’s wearing very little make-up and has her hair tied up and that intimidates you? You can’t look her in the eye because when she walks the world trembles at her feet? You know when you see her walking on the street, alone. She’s lonely, because you, and the guy before, and the guy behind you, and the one on your left, you all saw her. But she intimidates you, you can’t talk to her like you’d with your girl friend. It’s easier to say she’s unapproachable than look in the mirror.
You got to understand it’s not what she says, it’s HOW she says it. You complain she tells you to get away from her, when all she wants is for to hold her and tell her how much she means to you. But she’s too complicated, in other words you’re too retarded to see behind the mask. It’s impossible to get under her skin, she seems so tough, so dull, so lacking emotions. But she goes home and thinks about what you said, how you said her sweater wasn’t pretty. Or she goes home and thinks about what you said, how the colour of the sweater suits her.
You’re surprised when you see she likes being in control. Uh-oh, now we’ve hit unknown territory. You call her beautiful and you expect her number. If you don’t get it she was arrogant. You think you were the first one to notice and tell her? You start promising her the moon and then you’re surprise she doesn’t fall in your arms like leaves, slowly attracted by the power of gravity. You think she hasn’t heard that before? She’s scared you’ll hurt her, she’s skeptical, always. That’s only our fault, not theirs.
So if you want a complicated woman, invest your time. It must interest you, truly.
So learn what she feels,
What she wants,
What she doesn’t know she wants,
What she likes, but doesn’t know it yet.
Deciphering an “impossible” woman is an art.
Yours, A M Maxim
Some people tend to think the age of 18 is somehow the boundary between “boys” and “men”. HAH. I laugh.
So what are real men like?
Well, real mean like to abuse their woman. Feeling strong eh? Real men like to have the last word, ALWAYS. A real man will never admit when he’s wrong although he knows it.
Real men don’t cry. HAH. Real men don’t show feelings, after all, men are brutes. Real men don’t get sad when they get rejected but they do go home and sit in a corner thinking what they could have said to improve their chances.
Real men don’t bring flowers to their girlfriends or boyfriends 🙂 . No, that would make them look weak in front of their friends. Real men don’t wash dishes, that’s for women, right? Cooking is out of the question, that shit is also for for women.
Real men don’t respect the elders because respect is earned not given. Real men don’t hold the door open for people, unless it’s a “hot” woman. Can’t pass on the opportunity to stare at her “behind”, it’s what makes us feel like men. Real men got used to getting their way with sluts so easily they forgot the art of seducing a “real” woman.
I strongly suggest you treat “real” men with superiority on the basis: Don’t die, shut up and continue living in a cave.
If you’re a real man and you know it, do whatever the fuck you want to.
Yours, A M Maxim
I discovered reading 2-3 years ago. Before that I would have spent my time playing games for the vast majority of my time. Now that I think of it, it saddens me knowing I spent a tremendous time of my life doing absolutely “nothing”. One day I was reading an article about why you should read, the advantages of reading. Curiosity made be grab a book and start reading. I had no idea what I was reading, I still can’t remember, I think it was Harry Potter. It’s not what I was reading, it’s how reading made me feel. I was ecstatic. The thirst of knowledge had hit me.
The only thing I regret is that someone hadn’t told sooner about the great joy of reading. Don’t get me wrong, I still play games and do all the various things people at my age do. Reading is a hobby.
I have yet to see someone tell a teenager: “Hey idiot, try out reading before biting your nails at a football game.” Why is that?
Reading doesn’t make you smarter as most articles say. Reading allows you to live a parallel, intense reality that your brain can not comprehend outside of reading. It expands your mind, making you think of different scenarios. Also it expands your vocabulary.
So what makes people read?
No. I have a better question. What makes people NOT read?
I won’t answer that. Are you wondering why ? That’s simple, I don’t know. I’ll let you ask yourself that.
We have to look deep within ourselves to see what We like.
Conclusively I’d like to recommend Dan Brown. Take him to bed with you.
Yours A M Maxim