we need to pull our socks...or is that our pants....

First let me let out a major scream.......AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!

Phew, not really feeling any better but it helped a little bit. Now to begin the rant....

Have had so much great stuff going on in my life right now, a new lease of life has been instilled into my blood stream and I am now ready for love (queue India Irie - Ready for Love)

But having been out of the scene for a few years, i am beginning to slowly realise, that whilst I was taking a minute to do my own personal housekeeping, people outside have lost the plot. I am back and all i see is carnage!

i have never in my life wanted so much to just hop on a spaceship and get off this planet cos i am just feeling to sick to my stomach. relationships are no longer what they used to be - its become all about SEX - "getting in there" it has become one major cess pool of sleeping with everyone and nothing else of substance.

Wanting something better, or wanting to more than just a rumble in the haystack is now considered boring, lame and too much hard work.....say whaaaaaat?????

I generally believe that when in your teens and in your twenties, it is the perfect time to test the waters, but when you come into your thirties self growth surely should kick in at this stage and make you want to re-evaluate the path ahead. I have had my share of fun and I am pretty content that my pursuit of happiness is not through the club scene and sleeping around with a thousand men.

Over the recent months, I have been approached by one or two men who have made in their interests known, but they were lacking finesse...forget swagger....swagger is just mere street lingo cause they did not know the word finesse existed...okay... :)

You know the man that approached you in such a way, you tingled from the top of your head to your tippy toes internally. He made you shudder, even without touching you. He knew how to open the door, pull the chair, compliment you, make you feel special and really make you feel out of this world, and then drop you off safely home.....without demanding sex in payment for his kind efforts....

This is the man most of dream of, the type of man the fairy tales we were read when we were kids, were made of...the hero...but now we have zero....

and i wondered, why....who was responsible for this absolute decline in human etiquette. When our predecessors burnt their bras for equality in voting, did they take away our rights to be treated like women and protected as women...did our constant ritual of never being happy lead us into the men being tempted to run away or did our neediness make us so accessible to men that we gave up our power and value?

I discussed this with a friend of mine, and we both agreed that, women are very much equally responsible for the decline in men appreciating us and treating us with the respect we ought to be treated with.

We allow our selves to be put through so much and we withstand so much, all in the pursuit of having a man. We willing give ourselves without question to a man who tests you the point of death, yet our relationships with our god and our children lay by the way side....all because of the love of a man who does not even want you or does not even know how to love you? we have all been there and some of us have run and learnt and grown and then their are the few us who still allow ourselves to be dragged through the mud.......