If it’s a broken heart, then face it. Hold your own, know your name, and go your own way.
Is fighting temptation worth the struggle? Or is it better to succumb to your wants, and leave tomorrow for tomorrow?
One is obviously more morally correct, but which one is truly more satisfying?
(I guess they both are, one is just slowly satisfying while the other is immediate.)
Temptation comes along with having the psyche of a human being. Where there are moral standards, be them conscious or unconscious, there will be a point at which the line is crossed. We all cross this line at least once, because if we do not, we will never discover where the line is. Sometimes it takes a few cross-ings to figure it out. Some never find it all, don’t need to, don’t want to, whatever.
I am in the midst of this. My strings are being pulled, and it’s fucking my lines up.
It’s up to me and him to figure out what to do, but the vocalizing of the situation proves difficult. I know what I want, and it’s most definitely not up to moral standards. I also am aware that in the end what I want will fuck me up. Unfortunately, I am completely comfortable in a fucked up state, making the line even more blurry.
This is a reoccurring problem for me, and I think it is for a lot of people. You know, the whole “Wants Vs. Needs” thing. I make myself the excuse that since I am a teen, I have a right to experiment, even when the results will be obvious. It’s all part of the rebellion stage where I want to discover the consequences from myself and then learn from it, right? HAH, right. Or perhaps, the simple, I CANNOT CONTROL MY HORMONES. Yes. No.
I know what I should do. But it’s not what I want to do.
But I want to do it anyways, and probably will if the chance occurs.
While I’m at it.
This book raises many interesting points, and I would encourage you all to read it (Men and women alike). It addresses many issues people are afraid to confront, or refuse to confront altogether. It is written from an intimate and genuine point of view.
One point it raises which I find particularly frustrating is that of the name game. In the first chapter it asks “What is the worst thing you can call a man? Bitch, Girl, Pussy, etc. Is that not royally fucked up?” Also, she talks about the fact that a sexually active woman/girl/whatever is considered by society to be a big ‘ol whore, while men who are sexually active are players. What the fuck is that? I’m sure, if you’re a female, you’ve come across this sort of thing in some form before. This book urges you take action, even in the smallest way, because it can still make a difference.
There are still many battles to be won, especially for young women when standards for us in this society are growing more and more out of proportion on a daily basis. You can’t look anywhere without seeing some kind of advertisement for beauty products that will supposedly transform you into this beautiful and perfect juicy cyborg woman that every man wants. BULLSHIT! I mean sure, embrace your femininity, but do it for the right reasons, not because you’re trying to live up to some picture that’s been photoshopped and edited in every way shape and form and printed on the inside of every cover of every magazine chocked full ‘o SECKZ TIPZ! and HOW 2 LOOK HAWT 4 UR MAN!.
Fuck. More on this later.
