“You and I are under-dosed and we’re ready to fall…”

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Love is a drug.

 

I’ve said this before (obviously, I’m certainly not the first one to do so).

 

Although ⁂ I explained it ⁂ more fully than most ever have, I was still brief.

 

Here, I’ll expound upon it further.

 

 

 

To women, men are medicinal drugs.

 

When her mate is well-chosen (properly prescribed) and treated/received as he is, rather than as she wishes he’d be (taken as directed), men are tremendous aids to female well-being.

 

They help keep women stable, balanced, focused, prosperous and productive.

 

Indeed the exponential increase in female alcoholism, mental illness and terrible outcomes for the children of single mothers over the past few decades all support my statement (and my theory).

 

The reason for this is, over the ages of human development, women have come to need men on multiple, crucial levels.

 

The economic freedom they currently enjoy in the Western world merely fooled them into believing material needs were the sole necessity men historically provided, rather than the plethora they actually do.

 

Yet, to read this as “men always do only good for women” is to completely ignore what I’ve written.

 

I said “as prescribed” and “taken as directed”.

 

Anyone that can pick a newspaper or type into a search engine could easily discover that abuse of prescription drugs (and its subsequent awful consequences) is rampant and lethal.

 

My analogy very much extends to that scenario, also.

 

Do not take it lightly.

 

 

 

To men, women are recreational drugs.

 

Like booze, cigarettes and other such dangerous ⁂ luxuries ⁂:

 

Women take the edge off of life.

 

They give us something to which we can look forward after a long, difficult day.

 

Hell, ask a man who hasn’t gotten laid recently (or has, for comparison) and see how angry, edgy, dour and tense he is.

 

But I bet you already know how that will wash out.

 

Work in a blue collar profession (or even white collar, these days) and see how many men work simply for beer money, the newest video game or some other temporary dopamine hit.

 

Thus, to think comparing women recreational drugs is failing to notice their influence is to misunderstand, at best; idiotic, at worst.

 

Indeed, now that women have largely been removed as a reward for male effort, not coincidentally, male workforce participation has dropped to it lowest point.

 

Ever.

 

Yet, like recreational drugs, to overindulge in women is the path to pain, penury and perdition.

 

 

 

Recall, at the end of the day, a massive purpose of pharmaceuticals is simply pain management.

 

And, for most of us—

 

Life is really fucking painful.

 

Therein lies the dangerous conundrum.

 

 

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