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This is my slogan: Don’t beat your gf ‘hard’ please. |
"You are the ugliest creature I have ever seen," she shouted.
"You look like the ugliest witch I have ever seen," he shouted.
"Go away. I don't want to see your face," she shouted again.
"Drop dead. I'm fed up with your face," he shouted.
And blah, blah, blah…
These are some of the words husbands and wives use while quarreling.
But wait… just wait one night. The next morning, everything turns opposite:
"You are the best creature I have ever seen," she hummed.
"You look like a princess to me," he hummed.
"Stay. I want to see your face every day," she hummed again.
"Live with me. I wish to see your face forever," he hummed.
And hum, hum, hum…
When you are young, you fight hard—both physically and verbally. But when you travel further and further down the road of marriage, your quarrels also move farther. (I haven't personally experienced that "further" or "farther," but I have seen plenty of it on my walk.) You look back at your life with your wife and develop a kind of hunchback. And strangely, you feel there was something right in all that hard fighting.
But now? There is no hatred. And there is no love either. It becomes like an overused battery. You have to put that battery in the hot sun for a while if you want to use it again. There is little to no energy left—not even enough to pull the loose trigger of a rusty gun. You become old wine. And then… there is life beyond just you and your wife: children. Very deep photocopies of father and mother. The parents become madder than they ever were before. That's when it's time to sit in the corner, pull your rosaries, and listen to bad remarks from those bad children.
Let me leave on a light note, my old guns.
A man asked his new girlfriend, "Am I the first man you have ever loved?"
"Of course," she answered. "Why do men always ask the same question?"
So you see, you are not the only victims of women. Women are victims of men too. Everyone knows some men like extra things to shine their guns.

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