OK, I've been thinking about this for a while now, not really sure why, but it's something that pops into my head every now and then, you know, when the situation warrants that I deserve to think about something I don't entirely comprehend. Anyway though... I can't figure out what the female fascination with pain, be it mental or physical, is. I like to think of myself as a generally understanding, empathetic person, yet sometimes I just can't figure out why things happen the way that they do... Why does a girl stay in relationship with an abusive guy? and when she finally convinces herself to get out of it (if she does) she runs into some guy who cheats on her the first opportunity he gets. It's like a dog that keeps running into the invisible fence. Every time it gets close, it gets shocked, but it keeps coming back: it never learns. Invariably though, these assholes seem to attract attention, leaving the people who actually care about what happens to these girls sitting on their ass watching lives being chewed up and spit out, then end up trying to reassemble the pieces. Somehow, one of the genders has to learn either that kindness doesn't work, or that the lying, cheating, drunken bastards aren't worth their own shit. Isn't it obvious that some guys just aren't exactly made of the finest material? There are so many that seem to be made of burlap that maybe there are some girls that just don't want to expel the energy digging through the pile to get to the one they want... People can't be changed... This is just a fact... They're gonna stay the way they were when you met them, they might get a haircut, maybe... but they'll still be the same person. Like the Eagles song goes... "Ain't it funny how you're new life didn't change things? You're still the same old girl you used to be." This isn't just for girls... at least from my point of view, and if you're reading this.. well... you're in my head, so accept it. I look around me.. I see people that I've known almost all my life falling for someone that when I look at whoever it is, I just think to myself: "what the fuck?!" but not in the nice way... It just makes me so... I'm not entirely sure what.. but something between astonished and pissed off... to think that this is what these people are gonna have to go through... how many times are they going to run into that fence before they learn that what they're looking for has been waiting for them in the yard the whole time... I'm not saying that all girls, or all guys are like this... but there seems to be a surprisingly large number, from my perspective at least... Anyway though, I'm spent, and it takes a surprising amount of energy to mend a life....