The following article is not supposed to be read by a woman.
Yes, ladies, but you just had to read this didn’t you?
Don’t get defensive just yet… And don’t worry, I’m not mysogynist and neither am I a chauvinist; and I think my genitalia is long enough for me not to have to use gender-biased vitriol to prove that I am of the stronger sex. The “stronger” sex who constantly need to shield their emotions all in a bid to be strong and composed because of the many unfortunate scenarios in which we allow the so called weaker sex to constantly place us within. Well, that silent priapic blessing and also the privilege of having had a very caring mother. So, no: about co-existing with women, I have no complaints.
It might surprise you a little that what you are about to read has no relation whatsoever to anything gender-specific. Alright, perhaps my earlier reference to my nether-regions, but really that is all… and yet you continue to read.
I have wondered a lot about the power of advertising. About how a few lines of print or one random slogan or funny catch phrase could serve to reinforce an image in your mind to buy, do or get something, which by many standards you do not actually need. You mention something to someone just the right number of times and you can make a person think about it and consider it seriously, no matter how strange.
Oh I must add: not just anything, but something that stirs up an emotional or intellectual connection with them, which brings to mind some of the lingering hugs I have had on ocassion from the gender I referenced in the first line of this article.
Trust me. A guy will remember every last one from every last person, and the givers of embrace know this. So they do it to reinforce an image of something or of some persona that the man begins to believe he is attracted to, and begins to lose all sense of reason for; if he is not careful. Unfortunately, this is almost always the case.
A person’s past may vanish in the twinkle of an eye with the right words and actions. That is all well and good, after all “out with the old and in with the new” …but the sad part is that the old usually doesn’t quite get the picture that it has to go away, and as my Lagosian friend would put it, “…the past returns to bite you in the arse”
And oh, my gosh you must believe me when I tell you that it becomes worse when it is revealed that way, instead of by your own account of events where you at least had the fighting chance of being given the benefit of doubt because you had the courage to state the not-quite-oblivious-but-very-well-hidden.
Now, when you consider this article once again you will see that basically, I lied. It was actually gender related and a tad gender-biased. But then, a little truth interspersed with questionable ethos; is that not the art of advertising?