This is my first blog. For all you so called crazy women, do you notice that when your younger, you own the title given to you, by maybe, not so smart boys? Boys who can't cope with thoughts outside of their genital scope of awareness? And then, being the pleasing personality that most women are, you too start believing the hype! Your actions subconsciously become a parody of some fantastical life created by your boyfriends. What they expected, based upon their misconceptions of what women are? We do the same thing to them except I'm not sure they are as open to our negative or positive thoughts. You find yourself wishing for the open, easy childhood friendships with the opposite sex.
Once you grow tits it's over! Once you are a man it's over! All of a sudden there is a list of stigmata and biass and rules of conduct and expectation, that your supposed to know automatically just because of your gender. Grown folk are like kids. All the stereo types of an only child, youngest child, terrible twos, teenagers, are examples of documented expected conformed behavioral patterns. Well we all live in cycles and patterns which are not broken until we as individuals decide to break them, after realizing the pattern. Not to say that like a quilt, another pattern won't be more prevailent! Or that the pattern that was more apparent was not attractive. A quilt, like the fabric of life is a prismatic collection of color-experience, and perhaps the flaws lend to the diversity of the whole.