I could write piffle about horseradish being better than spicy mustard on a roast beef sandwich or I could provoke people with penises by declaring castration to be the only sure-fire method of preventing a sex offender from striking twice. Certainly my opinion on either topic is not worth more than a passing thought to most people. I know this. However, there are those who believe every thought they conceive requires sharing, that their every word should be heard.
A word left unsaid, left to rot in their head drives them to do the absurd.
Take jealousy for instance. It’s most certainly worse than pride and greed combined. Jealousy seeks to distort what one speaks, to bend, then to break any effort one makes to create a friendship with the opposite sex. Its hex, twisted, contorted; friendships are thwarted by jealousy’s ridiculous notions. Lovers complain, drive you insane, try to make you explain why it seems they have lost your devotion. You do not know what they’re talking about. Why must they shout? Why do they doubt?”
Leave me alone. Go back to your friends. I don’t understand what you see in them. You must want to hurt me. Please don’t desert me!
Leave you alone? Don’t desert you? That, in a word is…absurd!
Why must you text with the opposite sex? Don’t you have guy friends (or girl friends)?
Hours and hours, tears shower, accusations fly. Why? Please don’t cry.
This is why children do not have adult relationships. They are not mature enough to deal with jealousy. That green-eyed monster, no stranger to most adults, deceives us personally or professionally. How we respond to it depends on, what else, experience. Of course, I have had my share of being provoked into submitting to that rat bastard, suspicion; even conjured up the vile villain out of thin air. Jealousy morphs like a slimy shape shifter – doubt, fear, hate, pride – nowhere left to hide, it reeks with the stench of the murkiest pits of hell, and through hell is where it drags its prey.
If men and women don’t figure out how to conquer jealousy, or at the very least, gird our loins against its slicing, slashing, gripping, gnashing divisiveness, we may all be neutered.
What do you think? Is penis envy real or is it a lie used to perpetrate a fraud and discredit strong women? Are we really bitches or is the public being bamboozled? By the way, horseradish is better than spicy mustard on a roast beef sandwich. I’m just saying.
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