Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

If I let you in my insides might fall out. Some people build their walls with humor, deflecting and side stepping the intimate with jokes and humor. Others simply stay quite, choosing instead to keep their thoughts and emotions locked inside their hearts. Still others feign openness and fooling others who do not know that their walls are made of glass.

Friday, November 27, 2009

She knew her power lay not in the way men looked at her but in the way she looked at men. It was the reflection of themselves in her eyes that attracted them. It wasn't that they liked her face or her body although she knew they did. It was that they liked who they became when they were with her. She was like a creation of the brother's Grimm, a magic mirror that reflected only the best parts.  She told them they were attractive and desirable, she laughed at their jokes, and she deferred to their masculinity whenever possible. She did all this without relying on the cheap tricks that most women employed. She never waited for them to open doors, get the check, or send flowers. In fact, she seemed not to truly need a man at all. It made her affection all the more valuable since she seemed not to want anything in return. Her allure lay in her ability to make the men in her life feel like men. 

And it was for this reason that she often preferred the company of men to women. Men could be built up and she could bask in the adoration and affection. Women tended to cut themselves down. It was difficult to build up women, their foundations always seemed to be built upon the sand. Even as she built them up waves of uncertainty, doubt, and negativity would wash away all her hard work.