A piece of bullshit in a world of philosophy. In compliance to the raving of the opposite sex, I provide an absolute biased yet genuine answer as to why we men are such "wretched things". Giving full respect and acknowledgment to the aphorism that "all good guys finish last", I find this statement to be unanimously true if it suggests that there are even some good guys, and that the finish line is simply a bed in-which one wakes up to find that he lost his V-card. Again, if those are the simple parameters of the race, then it is entirely true that "good guys finish last". The bad guys finish first by a span of years, completing many more cycles before a good guy has finished one.
So what can be said about these suns of the son, these lions among men who go uncontested in their conquests against the feminine whose hearts and hopes act simply as stepping stones to higher ventures? Besides the fact that they finish first, there isn’t much. To each his trail of trophies and bill of broken hearts. They take without permission, they leave with ungratefulness, they stalk this earth as hunters always looking for their next hart to pierce. There is pride in the hunt. They glorify and derive pleasure from its brief sustenance. Forgetting what wounds or injuries were suffered from the last chase in the spoils of the new. Emotions are strategic and affections proportioned, they are quick to feign sentiment as they establish their influence.
This is the representation of an age brought to life on Macho Libres and braggadocios. Chivalry long extinct, this is the new breed the hybrid, the high-breed. Each of its features and contours shaped and based entirely for one thing, speed. Get in, get in, and get out. Come, look and leave. Try, fail, then tell your friends it wasn’t worth your time anyways. The world shrinks a little more everyday, what was once a step is now a mile, what was once religion is now media, what was once a kiss is now sex. We’re not getting dumber, the world is getting smarter, the next evolution of bad guys are simply at the tip of the spear.
Those who walk fastest walk alone, those who cheat are sure of victory (and pleasure), if you’re numb you won’t feel pain. We the bad men take what we want on the first date. We turn the blame over or turn around the fingers. We lie, cheat, and swear our way out of every situation. Care, responsibility, loyalty, affection, trust, are non-existent to us, we offer none of this. Life is a game, and we’re players. Life is a race, we’re leaders. We don’t see girls, we see targets. We don’t see character, we see opportunity. Let them hurt, let them cry, lets leave them to wonder why. They got themselves into this position. They should’ve been graced with divine providence to overcome this, It’s Not Our Fault. We’re off scot-free and laughing it up, if this is life it’s too easy. We Finish First!
… But we lost the war, and we’ve definitely lost the race.
Take a second… let it cool… let it settle into that titanium cranium of yours. Now ask yourself. At the end of the day, what do you have? Do you have peace of mind or a piece of ass? Do you have solid ground to stand on, or solid dick to jerk off? Do you have purpose, or a pro puss? Those girls, they may hurt, they may fail to love again if it was love which they truly felt, but they will have peace on solid ground with purpose to live their lives. We must continuously be reborn, constant false-starts, for we’ve been cursed to hunt for unicorns. Girls we will never have, for they are nonexistent. They are unicorns of our own design. We will never have them, because we will never be content with what we have. Always moving, ever-changing, we will find neither stability nor equilibrium. Those powers which built us up only served to bring us down. Everyone gets their cumupins for not paying their tupins. Do as I say, not as I do, and you’ll find the rewards fulfilling. The bad guys finish the race first, only to run it again. The good guys finish last... but they finish happy.
