So, to those I know, friends, family, strangers, facebook and online trolls the world over, if it’s your birthday now or at anytime in the next 365 days, congratulations. It can only mean one thing :
As my experiences with women continue, I can only assume one of two outcomes may prevail in the near to distant future…
I turn gay and adopt.
Or, I lobotimise the right woman on the first date
It’s one thing to be trusted, it’s another to deserve it.
Music for the soul, as the morning chorus breaks…
What people chose to look for can easily be exposed to predetermined societal influence depending upon the person, some enjoy the whole stereotypical marketing of an idea, others resist and seek their own interpretation, and some chose to ignore social convention and marry a tree.
No one’s going to advertise for a vacancy whereby they require someone with a ‘bad sense of humour’ or ‘no sense of humour’ are they?
We don’t waste time stereotyping, categorizing or racially differentiating others when sometimes a simple ‘he didn’t pass the duchy to the left hand side’ is enough to gouge their eyes out with a spoon.