Let's Talk...

Why do girls like 'talking' so damned much? It truly doesn't get anywhere. I'm wrong, you say?

Well, the following points are just some of the reasons why girls claim that 'talking' is beneficial.

·         SUPPORT

Hey there, I’m glad to see you’re still reading. This point here can be elaborated by any call made to tech support for as long as technology has been a part of our daily lives.

Think about it this way – you talk about the problems you face while someone else empathetically listens while providing no useful or constructive solutions for resolving any of your problems within a day or so, and I mean none whatsoever. Oh, before I forget, the same can be said for calling tech support.

·         TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE CARES

Right about now, you might be starting to think that this point and the one before it seems directly related to one another and you might be right, if you were me. Yet, if you were me, you’d be dead wrong, as girls put it. As it so happens, this one(unlike the one before it) talks about the feeling you get, the empowerment, the camaraderie, the high you’d get when you know there’s someone standing in your corner fighting with you.

If you’ve read that and, like me, still can’t differentiate between this one and “SUPPORT”, welcome to the club. Let’s all just agree that there’s a significant difference and be done with it so as not to anger anyone lest I get an army hunting me down because I don’t have any support nor anyone who cares.

·         TO GET IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM

Heh. Hang on a minute while I laugh hysterically for no reason apart from the fact that someone who won’t let me get a word in edge-wise is telling me to talk and get it out of my system…that’ll be like me writing poems that don’t rhyme; it’s a rare occurrence and when it does happen, you’ll hope nobody notices it.

In all honesty, I can go on with this list, but it really won’t ever end…pretty much because even the girl who gave me this list of reasons hasn’t finished her list of reasons “WHY TALKING IS JUST SO GOSH DARN GOOD” in the first place.

Yet, I’m inclined, as I always am, to weigh in on why talking is just so gosh darn bad to begin with. So here we go!

Let’s start with the very act of talking itself. Oh good Lord, there’s just so many great things to be doing with your mouth, why waste it on talking? Start binge eating for one thing and you can think up more imaginative ways to use your mouth on your own.

Why, would I even want to tell my problems to anyone? Out of sheer desperation that there may be some sliver of hope that they would know the perfect solution for it? HOW MANY TIMES HAS THAT EVER HAPPENED IN YOUR LIFE??

Hell, if the people who surrounded you were all able to solve your problems just by you opening your mouth in the first place, you either have got some very(and I mean VERY) brilliant problem-solvers…or you have got such small problems that everyone is able to solve them with such impunity.

So, you still think that talking is great. Cool. Then I’ll tell you my problems, but wait, that means I’ll have to relive the whole damned ordeal again just so that you can hear my problems and, hold on once again, what if you can’t bloody fix the problem? I have just revisited one of the most heart-breaking memories of my life just to tell you how shitty my life is and you did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HELP! In fact, you did the exact opposite, you made me feel worse about my own plight and just that much closer to reaching for my gun.

Still think that talking is great? Thought you might. So then we talk, but wait, you won’t let me finish because every fifth word will elicit some form of response or some form of bleeding interruption and why is that if I may be so bold? BECAUSE YOU ARE FORGETFUL and run the risk of forgetting what you wanted to say if you wait for me to finish my sentences. Isn’t that just wonderful. Not only are you disinterested in hearing what my problem was, you are effectively hindering me from getting it all out in the first place and, not only that, you’re also prolonging the time it takes for me to get through my story which LENGTHENS my suffering.

Still think that talking is awesome? Sure you do, you’re a human being. As if making me go through what is making me so sad wasn’t enough, as if making me suffer through as much of the excruciating pain that I was trying to find a solution to wasn’t enough, as if having wasted my time for talking and then you coming up with worse than zero solutions wasn’t enough; you who love talking WILL TALK to others about my problems. WHY? Thinking that those people you gossip to will have solutions?? NO! So, not only am I in pain, you put me in more pain and now you have given everyone something with which to judge me and ADD to my pain. Congratulations and well-fucking-done.

Then again, you’re most probably thinking I’m only some dumb, ignorant guy so what do I know about you females and who am I to weigh in on your most sacred of customs. Continue with your gossip-mongering and brilliant “Let’s Talk” sessions. The world is most certainly a better place now because of it.

Angel...

This is it, my dear,
The day that I have come to fear.
I suppose ours was the same,
The day you took my name.

Here we are,
Honey, she has come really far.
Oh, if only you could be here,
I wouldn't be the only one shedding a tear.

She misses you, you know,
Even though she doesn't let it show.
To be honest, I miss you too,
And not a day goes by that I don't, it's true.

Seemed like only yesterday,
She was attending her first day,
Of kindergarten and day care;
She was so afraid, she clung to me like a bear.

Then puberty struck;

Let me tell you, honey,

That period was no cake walk.

No pun intended, though it’s funny.

You’d have been so proud of her;

Valedictorian and prom queen,

Graduated Harvard and became a doctor.

Oh, honey, how happy you would’ve been.

So, I guess this is it, my dear,

The day has come, I fear.

As our little girl marries her true love,

I pray you continue watching over her from above.

Alone Again, Naturally...

Everyone gives up, eventually. Everyone has thus far. Nobody helps unless there is something in it for them. You try to help with my depression but say that I take everything as a joke instead.

Wake up, kiddo, that's the only way I can live anymore. I have to think of everything as a joke or I keep thinking of throwing myself off the tallest building around. You think that time I took painkillers and alcohol was scary? You don't know the half of it.

I need help and I know that. I want help, but I need to know you'll be there to help through to the end. Everyone leaves and gives up...eventually. I wanted to know you wouldn't give up on me half way.

Guess what, you proved me wrong. You didn't give up half way! Kudos to you!!

You gave up even before anything began.

What's The Point...

Look into my eyes,

Tell me what you see.

Is it the pain of goodbyes,

Or endless worry?

I know that life isn't fair,

I know people just don't care.

You tell your story, lay your soul bare,

People would sooner glare.

Trust, I know not who nor how nor why

And, to be honest, I'd much rather sigh.

For I've had my back stabbed before

And I've seen how people can be rotten to the core.

Tell me, what's the point of it all.

To like, to love, to fall.

I'd rather not have the pain

Of living life full of disdain.

These words I cannot say,

But I'll write them down instead.

Then I'll go on my way

Still alive but feeling dead.

...

Key, please.

Valentine For Her...

Since the day we met,

I knew I should have kept my cat.

Also, I really didn’t think I’d find

Love in the form of an angel thus kind.

May this day bring you joy and romance;

Or, failing which, may we have a short dance?

Have a song or poem written;

Verily, my heart, you have smitten.

Upon my honour, I swear to thee,

Everything about you sets me free.

I am honoured to call you mine;

You, my lovely Valentine.

Let me say this and say it true,

One thing I can truly promise you;

I will love you, through joys and dismays,

Until the end of my days.

Valentine...

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day"
Has been oft quoted in every way;
In every song and every rhyme,
Right from the beginning of time.
Let me be thus bold,
Earnestly seeking your loving hold.
You'll have to pardon me,
Lest your beauty blinds me to see;
I ask now if you would be mine,
My Valentine.