Taking charge and taking action: the masculine traits

In this the day of your birthday, I awoke early and cooked breakfast for you, just like I have done so many other mornings, because I celebrate your birth on a daily basis. I bring you toys found along my path through the heavy rainforest. I reprimanded your son in a didactical tone, explained that just because he doesn’t have money to buy her a gift doesn’t mean that he can’t give. I told him that if he wanted to get anywhere in life, he better start using his imagination, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. “She’s about to wash the dishes now” I announced a little later and he jumped off the bed abandoning his playstation game to take charge. Once he took over the task, I conferred to her the tactic used to make him wash the dishes. “Use your imagination to persuade others of using theirs” I told her in secrecy to spear the kid’s dignity to oblige. Same thing goes for the dog, which refuses to eat from his plate his dog food. Vangelis has been feeding him under the table for sometime until I firmly forbid him doing so. Now the bad habit has to be treated with a dominant stance, otherwise the dog will own this tribe, and I am the leader of the pack in this house. Snoopy, the dog, only listens to me and does as I say so long as I am on sight. Usually, the care of a canine is rendered to a child, and what kind of discipline such can exert. Dogs respond to your own energy, as if drawn by an invisible force, just stand still next to him and he will comply. Of course, a little bit of pain goes a long way, the kind of “legitimate suffering” Jang spoke of. See, here lays another misconception about pets. Animals are still animals, and in order to have them as guests in our home a process of domestication has to take place, boundaries have to be set. Even though I’m no expert or authority on the subject, apt behavior takes sacrifice whichever the animal. Fear molds the most precarious instincts and shuts down any display of dominance by the animal. It’s kind of funny, though, how didactical still is my narrative, as if I held anything more than questionable shadows. See, it occurred to me a scene for a Simpson’s episode in which Lenny confronts a bear and he does as he has been told, and climbs on top of two long sticks and points to the beast demandingly. The bear charges at the woodened-legs, and bites them to pieces until it leveled with Lenny. Then the bear roars standing on two feet and its roaring is translated in caption letters to the audience: “You’re not so big now!” I think that would have been hilarious. These manuscripts were never meant to see the light, and if they end up ultimately in the dark that is exactly where they were bred. Dare to start over from the beginning anytime now. Let us make up our minds and in the next line absurdly fall in love; always cast the first stone and remain serene with the certitude that everything that is under your control will be solved and if you are still in pursuit of happiness let me warn you: you’re in for a lot of trouble. Happiness is elusive, but suffering is the real master, and our condition relies more on its misery than its joys to mold our courage and determination. Passion and happiness in life depend more on an active nature, and the passive role will not get you there. The contemplative character has to take action eventually, and the more aggressive, adaptable and dominant males will have more. So our solution is to take action; no one ever prided themselves of being lazy. Well, I proudly admit, I am lazy. Leisure and adventure is the compensation I finally seek. People want to be taken seriously, and there is a need for that. The trademark of an idiot is a complete lack of seriousness. But still more of a moron is the one who doesn’t have a sense of humor. By the way, not having a sense of humor doesn’t go very far with the opposite sex but behaving as a clown will turn her off immediately. Unless it happens to be a very good looking clown, they prefer guys with a masculine attitude towards her.