Breather

I'm taking a break from working on my Enterprise JavaBeans project. Actually, with the amount of time I spend on the project, it might be more apt to describe the time I spend working as breaks from my usual surf-listentomusic-watchsmallville-watchanimes. Do you get what I'm trying to say? Crap, I'm picking up bad habits from a certain shorty.

A long time ago there was Man, and there was Woman, and Man spent most of his waking hours in pursuit of Woman.

A strain of Man, known as the Alpha Male, emerged and by virtue of his masculine superiority over his fellow males - be it in terms of physique, sports, or bearing - gained an edge over them in the dating game, and thus got to mate a lot more than the average man.

Then emerged the Player, who through a deadly combination of wit, charm and an easy confidence, turned the strengths of the Alpha Male against himself. The Player ridicules the Alpha Male's overinflated ego and makes disparaging remarks about the size of Alpha Male's muscles, insinuating that brawn is all the Alpha Male has to boast of.

And for the longest time, the Player reigned. In the course of time, every male actively involved in the dating game begun sprouting traits of the Player. This new breed of Man read the same books, listen to the same doctrine, and apply the same tricks to an increasingly less unsuspecting population of women.

It is now time, for the Anti-Player. Much like how the early Players turned the strengths of the Alpha Males into weaknesses to be exploited, the accomplished Anti-Player exposes the tricks of the Players, reveal their hypocrisy and knocks over their carefully built array of smoke and mirrors.

Just as how Man evolved in the course of their pursuit of Woman, so has Woman progressed from being emotional, financial and physical dependents of Man into skilled manipulators capable of breaking down the strongest men and turning them into subservient puppies.

Why is it so difficult to love, and to be loved genuinely. When you're in love, you want to spend every waking moment with the person you love. But you can't. When you're apart, you miss the other, and you want nothing more than to tell the other that you do. But you shouldn't.

Why not? Because, love can be suffocated. And the more you tell a person you miss him/her, the less he or she will miss you. Strange, isn't it?

Love, but express this love sparingly.