Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
My Ego Problem
One of the conversation topics between a man and a woman that inevitably crops up now and then, is talk abt the male ego. Between us males there is no need for such talk, since we all understand the need to properly dignify and treat with sacred regard this aspect of us that is more highly prized than say, our virginity.
Hehz...
But the WOMEN, on the other hand, seem to love to hold it in contempt, and force us to defend that which we will die for. (We mainly die trying to deny that we HAVE one.) As it is, we are forced to dissect it, scrutinize it, and place it under critical analysis, in order to explain to the female species just what is the mystery of the male ego. In short, we are forced to de-sacrelize what we regard to be as sacrosanct as the soccer club we support, in order for the ladies to disregard everything we've said, and carry on living in their own world where egos are granted the equivalent status of pencil shavings.
As I was reflecting on the ego-bashing movement that is always in-fashion with the ladies, I wondered to myself what could be the cause of such blatant hate. After all, our egos are the equivalent of a girl’s emotions, aren’t they? To get at a guy, the girl would attack his ego, knowing that’s where it hurts most, even when compared to a well-directed boot that found its target dead centre right below the belt. And to get back at a girl, a guy knows he has but to hurt her feelings (“God, you’re really fat/ugly/bitchy/short/flat/dull… etc.”).
Personally, I think I like my ego. It’s what keeps me from turning into a bigger slob, since the mental picture of my being on a bus with a much better looking guy sitting next to me keeps me grooming myself feverishly. My ego’s also what keeps my mood up, giving me something to delight in when I go one-up over someone who was supposed to better than me (The marginal utility is doubled when I’m able to do a one-up over a guy, instead of a girl).
So ladies, get off our backs abt our egos. Without our egos, and your emotional capriciousness, this world would be a lot less colorful, and relationships would be so dull that I’d rather read the obituaries.
Hehz...
But the WOMEN, on the other hand, seem to love to hold it in contempt, and force us to defend that which we will die for. (We mainly die trying to deny that we HAVE one.) As it is, we are forced to dissect it, scrutinize it, and place it under critical analysis, in order to explain to the female species just what is the mystery of the male ego. In short, we are forced to de-sacrelize what we regard to be as sacrosanct as the soccer club we support, in order for the ladies to disregard everything we've said, and carry on living in their own world where egos are granted the equivalent status of pencil shavings.
As I was reflecting on the ego-bashing movement that is always in-fashion with the ladies, I wondered to myself what could be the cause of such blatant hate. After all, our egos are the equivalent of a girl’s emotions, aren’t they? To get at a guy, the girl would attack his ego, knowing that’s where it hurts most, even when compared to a well-directed boot that found its target dead centre right below the belt. And to get back at a girl, a guy knows he has but to hurt her feelings (“God, you’re really fat/ugly/bitchy/short/flat/dull… etc.”).
Personally, I think I like my ego. It’s what keeps me from turning into a bigger slob, since the mental picture of my being on a bus with a much better looking guy sitting next to me keeps me grooming myself feverishly. My ego’s also what keeps my mood up, giving me something to delight in when I go one-up over someone who was supposed to better than me (The marginal utility is doubled when I’m able to do a one-up over a guy, instead of a girl).
So ladies, get off our backs abt our egos. Without our egos, and your emotional capriciousness, this world would be a lot less colorful, and relationships would be so dull that I’d rather read the obituaries.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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