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Blondie

Blondie

Respected Member
The Rose

have you ever stopped and asked yourself
why the hell does a rose mean anything
to your woman?
to all women?
I have.
I have spent years thinking about this
lofty
immense
universal
question of the ages.

while other men have been working with their hands
I've been thinking over this matter with my mind
while other men have been buying yet another rose
I've been strolling the aisles of the flower shop deep in philosophical thought

one might call it the philosophy of the rose

why do women love roses?

how does this act of nothing for a man mean
everything for a woman?

your woman?

my woman?

no matter how many times I've stopped to buy a rose
whether it be:
a special day
her birthday
a holiday
a surprise day
or God forbid, Valentines' Day
the question never ceases to escape my mind.

what the hell is up with roses?

is it the "corporations" meddling with the minds of women?
is it a conspiracy by Hallmark to milk every penny from our empty pockets?
is it something in the air that women breathe that us men do not?

why do women love roses?

this life is full of deep questions
two of them being:
why does God allow pain and suffering?
and why do women love roses?

these are the big questions of life
these are the big questions of my life
the questions of the ages
the questions of eternity

there is life and there is death
there are women and there are roses

some philosophers say
"it's not the answers that are important
it's the questions that matter"
the bigger the question
the better the next question
this is their motto
this is their creed

I too believe in this philosophy
the philosophy of the rose
this is my creed
my bread
my butter
my life

why do women love roses?

perhaps we find our answer in the anticipation of the unknown?
perhaps we find our answer with the smile of a woman upon our return?
perhaps we find our answer in the aroma of that rosy cheek of hers?

but to answer this fully is to
do injustice to a rose
do injustice to women
do injustice to life itself.

why do women love roses?

only God knows
 
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Shodan

Shodan

Member
Blondie said:
The Rose

have you ever stopped and asked yourself
why the hell does a rose mean anything
to your woman?
to all women?
I have.
I have spent years thinking about this
lofty
immense
universal
question of the ages.

while other men have been working with their hands
I've been thinking over this matter with my mind
while other men have been buying yet another rose
I've been strolling the aisles of the flower shop deep in philosophical thought

one might call it the philosophy of the rose

why do women love roses?

how does this act of nothing for a man mean
everything for a woman?

your woman?

my woman?

no matter how many times I've stopped to buy a rose
whether it be:
a special day
her birthday
a holiday
a surprise day
or God forbid, Valentines' Day
the question never ceases to escape my mind.

what the hell is up with roses?

is it the "corporations" meddling with the minds of women?
is it a conspiracy by Hallmark to milk every penny from our empty pockets?
is it something in the air that women breathe that us men do not?

why do women love roses?

this life is full of deep questions
two of them being:
why does God allow pain and suffering?
and why do women love roses?

these are the big questions of life
these are the big questions of my life
the questions of the ages
the questions of eternity

there is life and there is death
there are women and there are roses

some philosophers say
"it's not the answers that are important
it's the questions that matter"
the bigger the question
the better the next question
this is their motto
this is their creed

I too believe in this philosophy
the philosophy of the rose
this is my creed
my bread
my butter
my life

why do women love roses?

perhaps we find our answer in the anticipation of the unknown?
perhaps we find our answer with the smile of a woman upon our return?
perhaps we find our answer in the aroma of that rosy cheek of hers?

but to answer this fully is to
do injustice to a rose
do injustice to women
do injustice to life itself.

why do women love roses?

only God knows
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Blondie

Blondie

Respected Member
My parents don't want me... what the fuck is wrong with this world? A forty-two year old man reduced to a little boy again. Like an onion peeled back to tears by its own stench. How can parents be so lame and selfish? I'm like the Woody character from Toy Story, smiling with sadness in the heart. Howdy there partner! What the actual fuck? A forty-two year old man reduced to nothing again. They will not take this streak away from me though. They will NOT do that. I will not give them that power. They alreadly did that once to me. I was almost to two years clean. I've learned my lessons. I need to be open. I need to express myself. No lies. No secrets. No pretending. To each their own, but for me the Lone Ranger does not work. For whatever reason, when I hide my heart, I find myself doing dirty deeds in the dark.

I know this
I've learned this
Let's don't forget this

They will not take this from me again

Fuck that!
Fuck them?
Perhaps
But definitely fuck that
 
Phineas 808

Phineas 808

Moderator
Staff member
Moderator
Sorry to hear that, Blondie! You can never be reduced to nothing, when your existence, aside from the biological obviousness, does not entirely depend on them.

You exist in your own right. And, if they fail to give us the meaning we deserve, our true meaning lies far deeper than mere human relationships. Sure, they helped you onto the platform of life, the 'stage', but something else underpins, undergirds all that, and your meaning is a mystery that escapes even the worst of parents.

I don't know if any of that will help, but I'm sorry when parents fail to validate or affirm us. But, you got this!
 
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