The MALE soapbox

Originally posted by tribewilder
reply to post by SpartanKingLeonidas

 

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agreed 100%
some of us know that if we are to appreciate you, it is for the way you are.
my faults are many, but I don't try to change anyone.

reply to post by tribewilder


She didn't start out that way TW.
Thats what "I" turned her into.
She thanks me for that.
Because we don't often realize our own potentials.

A lot of guys want an attractive woman, but they can't handle it.
I never had problems talking to them.
I never act like an idiot towards them.
I really enjoy getting to know someone.

But, have no clue how to choose A woman,so I would often let them choose me.Needless to say that didn't work out well for me.
I would often take too long to get to know the right ones.
I rarely pursued woman,I never had too,

I thank her,for her empathy towards me, consistently,and for turning me into A connoisseur of fine and exceptional woman.

I can give you A breakdown of the ones that failed and the commonalities I perceive.That would be easy.But as far as the ones that work,I'm only having one.Thats because "we" agreed upon it.

Your mileage may vary.

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And it's people like you that gives hope to those like me.

I was thrown off the train of life a while ago, and try as I might, I just can't seem to get back on. Every time I grab that train, I am thrown under the tracks, to get my face rubbed into those railway ties, until I am smart enough to let go once again.

The problem is, once you have had this happen a few times, you start to realize that sitting on the sidelines is much safer, and although you will never get the prize that one is striving for, like you are enjoying, it doesn't hurt anywhere near as much.

But then to look at those on the train as it passes by, I get jealous and start planning my next run at the train. This is life. And sometimes it just plain sucks.

Been there, done that,starting to miss it again.
And yes, I'm still jealous.

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Did you hear that thud?
It was the sound of AD getting thrown under a train.
*Did you hear the sigh afterwards?
It was the sound of AD getting back up and brushing herself off.
*Walking away....

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Don't worry AD, I love you.

Someone as awesome as you will always have people who love her.

Originally posted by whatukno
reply to post by AccessDenied

 

Don't worry AD, I love you.

Someone as awesome as you will always have people who love her.

*hugs*
thanx buddy

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Of course, I'm just being honest

I have problems with women, it's true, don't gasp. But women like the ones here on ATS (especially Access Denied) are exceptions rather than the rule.

Originally posted by whatukno
reply to post by AccessDenied

 

Of course, I'm just being honest

I have problems with women, it's true, don't gasp. But women like the ones here on ATS (especially Access Denied) are exceptions rather than the rule.

too sweet....

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AD, my honey bunny, don't worry, my post was a minimal one.

And, it was from years ago, as well.

I love ya baby.

Originally posted by SpartanKingLeonidas
reply to post by AccessDenied

 

AD, my honey bunny, don't worry, my post was a minimal one.

And, it was from years ago, as well.

I love ya baby.

~Snuggles~

Originally posted by AccessDenied

Did you hear that thud?
It was the sound of AD getting thrown under a train.
*Did you hear the sigh afterwards?
It was the sound of AD getting back up and brushing herself off.
*Walking away....

*hugs*

And with that U2U, reality hit me smack on the head like a 200 pound anvil.

I realize that sometimes small things can change your mood, change your
opinion, and yes, even change your life. Sometimes these small things are
not apparent at first, taking time to sink in. Other times they are so profound,
and so powerful, that it takes some time to realize what actually just
happened to you. And most of the time, the person that has caused such
thought is never aware, even in the slightest, what they have done for you.

That is the case in this instance I believe. Four letters that for some strange
reason have caused me to question what I have been doing with my life, and
the reasons why. A word that came at me at just the right moment to make
me stop and look around.

It came from someone that I have passed by many times in my life. She has
walked passed me, sometimes ignoring me, other times glaring at me as if to
turn me to stone. She is unapproachable at these times, and has one hell of
an attitude towards men.

It occurred to me today, that she see's the exact same traits in me, and at
the same times. Sometimes we even smack into each other, almost
knocking each other over, without ever apologizing. We just continue on our
way, never paying attention to the other as we continue walking. Walking to
that place where we go to hide, and lick our wounds.

We will never admit to the other that we are hurting, instead, putting up a
wall, thinking this will protect us from all that has harmed us. Showing to
the world that we are tough, and can now handle anything thrown at us.
Never looking for pity, although the hurt we hold within ourselves is slowly
tearing us apart, we feel like we are healing. In a way we are, getting
stronger, smarter, and more self sufficient, but with an important part of
us missing.

And yet, still we walk. We don't walk just for the hell of it. To stop walking
would be to admit defeat, and we won't let the ones who have hurt us to
win. We are stubborn and will keep walking until we have it figured out.
Because to stop walking would mean that we just lay down and wait for
death, and we know that somewhere out there, is our answer. And that
answer once found will bring a happiness unequaled in our lives. So we
sit on the sidelines and wait for the special train.

I am talking about that thing called the train of life. Some of you can go on
and off at will, never giving it another thought, only getting off to take a short
break and regroup before jumping back on. But there are many types of
trains. There is the party train that everyone is on having a hell of a time, and
if you tire of one dance partner, you just turn around and start dancing with
another. Never taking a breather, but also never experiencing what life can
offer you. Never really getting close to another to learn what trust and sharing
can do to a relationship. Never really seeing what companionship really means.

There is the train where no one is happy, everyone wishing that their life
would be different, never feeling appreciated, but somehow, even though
this is the easiest train to get off of, most don't, and live out their lives in
silent misery. Hating the person in the bed next to them as that person hates
them back. Trying like hell to make sure that the outside world doesn't see the
agony in their eyes as they want to be known as a great couple. Wanting
others to think better of them than they do each other. What kind of life is
that, worried more what a stranger thinks than your partner.

There is the train that all of the cheaters are on, no one trusting one another,
no one really stopping to think of the harm that they are causing to themselves
as well as to entire families. Only thinking of themselves and their precious
needs over all others. This is also an easy train to get off of, but for some
reason, it's not until they are found out, and thrown off the train that they see
something is amiss. And they are always full of excuses as to what forced
them to do such a thing. It is never their fault. And so they just jump back on
the same train, next time it happens by.

There are many more types of trains that you can imagine, way too many to
list here. But they all have their faults, and so many people are so happy to
just be on a train, any train, that they can't see the truth. After all, isn't it better
to be on the inside looking out, at all the losers? Even though you are kidding
yourself, and a lot know it, they would rather convince themselves that at least
they are on the train and that makes them loved....so sad

And then we get to the train that few have been on. It's not the prettiest looking
coach on the track, and actually has sort of a worn look to it. If you can listen
over all the yelling in the cheaters train, the loud music in the dance train, and
the silence of the hate train, you will hear something quite special. It is the
sound of laughter. Not forced, not all the time, but genuine laughter. You
sometimes hear children playing, although they are not always there. When you
look through the windows there is only one thing you see....Love.......

Yes this is the only train that requires two people in order to board. You cannot
get on this train without another. And you cannot stay on this train without that
magical gift called love. This is what I learned today after getting a simple U2U
that said *hugs*.

Once you have been on this train, nothing else will do. Nothing. You can fool
yourself by getting on the dance train but will never be happy, never fit in. Once
you have been on this train, the only way you are thrown off, is through loss of
Love, or a death of a loved one. Both are devastating, especially if you have been
on this train for a while. You see the longer you are on it, the better it gets. If
you are thrown off by your partner letting you down, or by a death, the results
can be quite devastating.

There are those that will tell you they were on the train for 6 whole months, and
their life is over, and they know what you are going through. I can't imagine 30
or 40 years as I only was on the train for 15 years.
(cont'd)

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And I will tell you right now,
those of you that "know what I am going through" because of a 6 month
relationship have a lot to learn. The longer you are on that train, the farther you
are dragged under it when you are thrown off. And the more your heart is
literally shredded into ground beef. The stronger the wall becomes, and the fear
of ever trusting again grows stronger and stronger.

So after you are thrown off the train, run over and spit out onto the side of the
track, you are in no shape to help the person who was thrown off with you.
These are the ones that you walk on by, looking for your safe place, to heal,
and vow never to let this happen to you again.

From now on. I realize that I have been going about this the wrong way, just
like those that waste their lives not knowing what they are really looking for.
I always just thought that there was one train, and every time I jumped on, I
was thrown off, not realizing that I needed someone with me, to get where I
was trying to get to.

From now on, I am not going to try to run to catch the train, any train, just
to get on. As of today, I am walking, looking to the side of the tracks, to offer
my hand to pick you up. and show you that you are not alone........

I have big shoulders and don't mind crying with you, and listening to you, as I
can tell you..I know how it feels.......and if you just feel the need to beat up on a
man, go for it..I understand.....I can take it.

p.s. if you see someone walking towards you with a bunch of white roses,
and a fresh warm batch of brownies. That would be me..

*hugs*
thank you

I'm crying..Tribe..I'm a blubbering mess..and all over my vanilla cake too...

Originally posted by AccessDenied
I'm crying..Tribe..I'm a blubbering mess..and all over my vanilla cake too...

OK, I haven't slept in two days. I have not been able to do anything right for the past two days either. Life sucks right now for me if you can't tell from my posts.

And now you tell me that I made you cry?? And all over your vanilla cake??
What is it you are trying to do, make me jump off a bridge??
The last thing I would want to do is make you cry, I would much rather make you angry. And I sure don't want to do that either...

You are going to get me to go another rant here, one that will make you angry instead of sad, and you think I want that?

I don't want to make anyone cry, there are too many people crying already,no more crying, enough of the crying, stop with the crying....please.

Unless of course you want to cry on a whole lot of vanilla cakes and go into the angel food cake business with me. Get it? You cry and turn the cakes into... ah, told you I was tired.

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Originally posted by tribewilder

Originally posted by AccessDenied
I'm crying..Tribe..I'm a blubbering mess..and all over my vanilla cake too...

OK, I haven't slept in two days. I have not been able to do anything right for the past two days either. Life sucks right now for me if you can't tell from my posts.

And now you tell me that I made you cry?? And all over your vanilla cake??
What is it you are trying to do, make me jump off a bridge??
The last thing I would want to do is make you cry, I would much rather make you angry. And I sure don't want to do that either...

You are going to get me to go another rant here, one that will make you angry instead of sad, and you think I want that?

I don't want to make anyone cry, there are too many people crying already,no more crying, enough of the crying, stop with the crying....please.

Unless of course you want to cry on a whole lot of vanilla cakes and go into the angel food cake business with me. Get it? You cry and turn the cakes into... ah, told you I was tired.

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Tribe- I cry when I'm happy too...I'm just bass-akwards that way.
I was crying kinda happy tears...not sad. Your post touched me that much.
So I'm all smiles ok? With cranberry orange scones to boot....

communication ladies, just a reminder to not forget to communicate or otherwise something like this might happen

Woman wants divorce after 'Guantanamo' nickname discovery
A Saudi woman is suing for divorce after she found out her husband had branded her "Guantanamo" on his mobile phone, a report said on Sunday (local time).

The wife took a look at the phone when her husband of 17 years left it at home, only to discover that his phonebook entry for her came under the name of the notorious US war-on-terror prison in Cuba, the Al-Watan newspaper reported.

Outraged, the woman, who was not identified, demanded divorce or, at the least, substantial damages, it said.

www.abc.net.au...

I'm required to take frequent calls from someone I've listed as "schizoharpy". I don't care if they know it either. There's nothing I'd say behind someone's back that I wouldn't say to their face.

Communication is vital when relating to the male of the species. They don't understand hints, subtlety, innuendos. Must speak in clear, concise sentences that are phrased to communicate a problem to be solved. Most have "marital ear" whether they're married or not. Helps to leave notes.

Originally posted by whitewave

Communication is vital when relating to the male of the species. They don't understand hints, subtlety, innuendos. Must speak in clear, concise sentences that are phrased to communicate a problem to be solved. Most have "marital ear" whether they're married or not. Helps to leave notes.

YES...It's finally sinking in.....

And it does help to leave notes..it really does..



or wait, this mean they are figuring us out??? Is it a plot for world domination???

Does NWO stand for New Womens Order ???? crap

Run boys..RUN...we must regroup!!!!


meet you back at the hideout...AAARRRRGGGHHHH..grab the penguin, he's our only hope......

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Originally posted by tribewilder

Run boys..RUN...we must regroup!!!!


meet you back at the hideout...AAARRRRGGGHHHH..grab the penguin, he's our only hope......

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Too late TW. We found that clubhouse and now it has some nice curtains hanging and a vase of flowers on the clean table. We left cookies, though.

Originally posted by whitewave

Originally posted by tribewilder

Run boys..RUN...we must regroup!!!!


meet you back at the hideout...AAARRRRGGGHHHH..grab the penguin, he's our only hope......

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Too late TW. We found that clubhouse and now it has some nice curtains hanging and a vase of flowers on the clean table. We left cookies, though.

Oh God no!

*curtains*

Not in the man cave.

women.