NOTE: Male readers, I am not calling anyone a man child, so no need to get offended. Take this as a debate if you must.
A few weeks ago, I experienced what I would like to call a ridiculous break-up. If you have been reading my posts from day one, then you probably already know that I have gone over the past year or so through two break-ups and a so called rebound. Not very proud of that.
When the break-up occurred, I was left distraught and felt like I was stuck in some vicious cycle. I blamed myself for hours, but in the end I came to the conclusion that it was absolutely NOT me.
I'll explain my conclusion in a later post, but for the past few days, my tiny brain developed an idea. What if I could write a comedy about my life? What if I could share all my bad experiences in a way that will make others laugh? Of course, bad experiences aren't a laughing matter, but it's better than being depressed, right?
So the idea of writing a book came to be. Though, I will be sharing some of my experiences here (like I always do). Hence, the title of this post.
The Brain Anatomy of a Man-Child.
I came up with this idea when I started to ponder upon what goes on in all of my exes heads and why is it that when they have someone good they let it go? and yes I do consider myself someone good (without trying to sound conceited). Then of course I realized that many of them have all been a Man-Child.
The Man-Child as defined by Urban Dictionary is
1) a grown man who is very immature, therefore considered a man child.
2) A man by age but a child in mentality and actions. Can't have fun without a beer; oftentimes brews his own beer. Still relate to women as sex objects (even in their marriage) and are emotionally undeveloped (e.g., fight for their rights mentality even if there is nothing worth fighting; rarely takes responsibility for own failings). A general irritant to women and men that have matured.
3)A full grown man, over the age of 20, who still needs to be supported financially or emotionally by his parents. May or may not live at home with parents, but needs consistent reassuring. Is unable to have healthy relationships with women because of childish behavior, but is in desperate need of someone. May or maynot be a fanboy or gamer.
Keep in mind, you can't believe everything Urban Dictionary says, especially when it comes to my name, but this all sounds about right.
Now that a Man-Child has been defined, I think it is time to look at the brain anatomy of a Man-Child.
Let me just say that this is NOT referring to a man, but a Man-Child.
The Man-Child brain:
Sex (all the fun none of the responsibilities): Everyone thinks about sex (yes, even women), but what makes the man-child so different from a man is that the man-child could care less about the other person. The man-child likes one night stands and easy women. If the man-child is in a relationship, he will not give anything to the other person except a late night call to see if he can have his way with his so called "partner." A man at least puts the effort (calling everyday, flowers here and there, supporting the other person, holding hands, etc...) not the man-child. Sometimes the man-child will also try to pressure his "partner" to give in to him.
Video games, beer, strippers, and porn: No there is nothing wrong with anything I just listed in the category, but when it comes to the man-child, these are the only things he really cares about. Rather than making a future for himself or giving his life some sort of purpose (like using his hidden talents), he rather spend day in and day out sitting in front of his computer obsessing over porn, sitting in front of the tv playing video games all the time, sitting in front of the tv with a good beer in hand or sitting in front of strippers. A man will like these things too, but it isn't his priority.
Lies, lies and the usual cover ups: Everyone lies once in a while, but the man-child will bull shit alot. The man-child will give you a bunch of useless information trying to show his intelligence, but manipulates this situation to add something that isn't real. The man-child will also tell stories and if the stories do not make sense, you know it's a lie of some sort.
Emotional insecurity: The man-child is full of insecurities, but emotional insecurities is one that comes to light. Everyone gets hurt emotionally at some point and we tend to grow from it, but a man-child will hold on to the past hurts and does not let go or move on from it. Therefore, every relationship that he has with women is an unhealthy, self destructive, and selfish relationship. The man-child is also stubborn enough to not admit when he is wrong in certain situations. This also applies to whenever something goes wrong in his life, he takes these things as attacks rather than to have patience and deal with it like mature men do.
Future: The man-child's future is displayed as being one of the smallest in the brain along with a healthy relationship with a woman and intelligence. The man-child is intelligent, but because his priority's are other destructive things, the man-child cannot put his natural skills and talents to good use, which leads him to self-pity (self-loathe as well) and depression. Thus causing him to experience a lack of healthy relationships and a none ending vicious cycle (unless he offs himself or grows five other pairs of balls).
There is so much more to a Man-Child, but it would take a weeks worth of writing to explain this complicated type of man. Just know not all men are alike, just the ones in the man-child category.
Hanny the coffee bean
I have come to the conclusion that I...am jinxed. Every week something has to just go wrong or worse turn into another episode of The Twilight Zone (no not the one with the shiny vampires). A few weeks back, I thought it would finally be a normal week for me, but I guess entering the "Twilight Zone" is now an every week thing in my life.
Saturday was supposed to be just another day where I would go to work, come home, chat with the roommates and figure out what to do...Well I got that wrong.
When I went to work, my managers had told me that I would be working in the men's department instead of my usual kid's department. If I haven't mentioned it before I work at a really AWESOME store called I don't want paparazzi's so I'm not telling you.
After throwing away the disgusting wrap, I went back to work to a department full of people. Since it was raining outside, people had swarmed into the store like bees in a hive. By the time I clocked out of work, it was still raining.
Lately, every time I have read the term "Bridezilla," this image inevitably crops into my head:
My congratulations to blogger and former Teaching Assistant extraordinaire over at Neenuh Francey-Pants and Her Dude on today's nuptials! May you never encounter a Tokyo-cake ever again...
Gros Bisous,
Barb the French Bean
My morning habit is to weigh myself. When I moved my scale, I discovered that the tiniest lizard had sought refuge under the shade of said contraption.
During the rainy season months in South Florida, I've often been the one responsible to sweep up the cadavers of anole lizards in my room. I even wondered if the one I had found was even alive so I gently blew on it to see if it would react. It moved a bit to escape the sudden breeze.
I decided to save its life before it met an unpleasant end in its unfamiliar surroundings.
I scooped it up with a sturdy postcard and set it outside so it could live peacefully in its natural environment.
