Security is a myth

In our society, a pretty girl is like public property. Others grow from looking to staring, and it's ok. Expected. Ask her for a photo like you would with the Marilyns and Elvis' at Movie World. COnsider her fuckability with your friends. Rank her face, boobs, ass, legs and any other assets, as we refer to them. Other assets? Oh ya, got brain also. But you know what I mean... Guess it boils down to some cocktail of chromosomes and culture, easier to accept than dissect.

There's a lot of disgruntlement in this post, and its over a bunch of stuff I just want to get over.

Return me light and flippant- take back heavy and humourless!!!

Sigh.. What is it that I want... what was it I wanted...



One kiss.



Security is a myth, you know. Airport checks, security guards, thick brick walls... The material world offers only the perception of protection.

The immaterial world might be worse - my own ego being the focus of this comparison. Personal struggles with emotional security look like easy fixes on the surface, yet I spend a tremendous portion of my life struggling to keep my head above water with only occassional success, noticing how it consumes my entire life each time I go under, feeling insignificant and dispensable amidst an ocean of human spirit.

Security is a choice. We either learn to deal with our insecurities or let them deal the cards, in which case we're dealt an inevitably bad hand. Call it primal instinct - when it comes to men and issues of this sort, a romantic partner is almost always involved. The more desirable the girl, the more she's going to set off the I'm-not-good-enough alarms - while the less desirable girl leaves you in a cocoon of emotional security; bored as a baseball bat no less.

And boredom is a waste of precious time on earth.

Thanks for reading, my name is paul and I need to remember to keep growin.