Strange observation

When females stopped referring to males as “gentlemen ” , males stopped   Attempting to Act like gentlemen, in accordance with the female view of what a “gentlemen ” should be. Males now were given an “out” by females not to meet any standard other than there own. Stripping males of the title “gentlemen” in the truest sense backfired, and free,d men from any restraint. When males realized a title could be discarded so easily they realized they also could strip females of the title “Lady ” justifying not giving any quarter, and by females claiming equality, the justification was made stronger. Mommy was no longer around to correct bad behaviour. And when a group of females could be referred to, and accepted by females, as “guys” (hi guys what is the plan for tonight). All bets were then of, and no restraint placed on anyone to behave in a respectful manner to anyone. Having title and having title recognized by the opposite sex , forced both to behave in a manner befitting the title, and the manner befitting the title was strangely enough decided by the opposite sex. I don’t really know what the opinion of others are, but: pig, dog, slut, bitch, ho. As titles for any sex seems somehow insulting both for the party using it and for the party it is directed to… l would kinda like to be called a “gentleman” even if not deserved, and have a self improving self respecting target/standard to aim for, rather then dog or pig etc. Right or wrong, it’s just a personal observation I have made over time. Wonder what the bitches, ho’s, guys, And sluts think, since the title Lady no longer seems to be relevant. And I wonder what the dogs, and pigs think, since the title “gentleman” no longer seems relevant? Just another courious thought from the mind of no one special.

Plant earth/living, dieing

I just had one of those, board security guard, impoverished, my life could be better thoughts.

life/ death plant earth. We are paying to be here, like the most expensive hotel, hostel, house in the universe. We pay: rent, heat, water, light, taxis, food…everything. Like a tourist that got ripped off by a resort, we bitch and belly ache, and cry for our money back or at least a rebate or one free night. And the worst part is we choose to be in this place. Did the brochure lie was it false advertising that brought us here, or did we sign up thinking we could handle it and that it would be an adventure? Eather way…we payed to be here. And the rub is we’ll probably cry when we leave.