“…our thoughts compressed, which makes us blessed, and makes for stormy weather…”

 

 

 

 

If there is one thing that keeps the genders constantly misunderstanding one another, it is this:

When one is at rest—

The other is at war.

[This is also why their respective senses of humor are at odds, but that’s for another day.]

 

 

See, all of the situations [historically speaking] in which men and women found themselves caused the timing of conflicts to be diametrically opposed to each other.

Men would feel the pressures of danger while in combat or out hunting.

While women would feel the pressures of danger when the men returned [to compete for the best available/remaining mate].

 

 

Thus, encounters would only occur when at least one of the two would be in a state of agitation.

[Open warfare or working at the same place being examples of both parties being in such a state.]

This is a reason why women are [on the whole] overwhelmingly unhappy, these days.

 

 

They are stuck in a state of perpetual agitation.

They compete for men/status at work.

They compete for men/status at home.

They are driven to test the countless men they unavoidably encounter throughout the day.

Ironically, the attention that now flows more easily and frequently than ever is a tremendous contributer to the strain.

She must have more numerous, more adoring, social media admirers than her “friends”.

[The alarmingly common need/desire for “calming” drugs among females attests to it.]

No rest for the weary, as they say.

 

 

Equally interesting is the proliferation of BDSM experimentation, as of late.

This has seen an increase for the simple reason:

In defeat/submission there is peace.

 

 

See, deep in the darkest recesses of a woman resides:

The desire to be claimed.

To be owned.

Because, then – in complete, unconditional surrender – there can be no more war.

And nowadays, especially for women, peace is in short supply.

 

 

 

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