Chok is Thai rice porridge, viscous and tasteless, but at the same time vital, because thanks to its cheapness and simplicity, half of Thailand survives. So, chok is you, my friend.
Once again, having stumbled upon a woman’s question full of pain on the topic “Where have the “real” men gone?”, I thought deeply. Do you share somewhere?
Don’t share anywhere! Girls, we’re still here. With all the inadequacy, cowardice and irresponsibility of the other masculine world, real men are still in their place. Were, are and will be. And point.
From time to time I am visited by bouts of fatigue from snot about the degradation of «real» men. Understand, finally, a simple thing — «chok» will always remain «chok», and real men — real men. And if you meet only «chok», my condolences to you. It’s probably about you, because like attracts like.
In fact, all men have never been «real». Even in the days when we ran faster than Jamaican sprinter Usain Bolt, hoping to reach the throat of an antelope. Men have always been divided into three simple categories. Just like eggs in laying hens. The only thing we all have in common is that we are all natural cowards. Like American Staffordshire puppies. We become fighting dogs only with age and fights.
Yes, yes, and no matter what you girls think there, there are no fearless ones. The main difference between the representatives of these three categories is that the former are even afraid to admit that they are cowards, the latter know this, but do nothing, and the third always keep this in mind and take steps to improve the deplorable situation.
By the way, here is another observation — the most «fearless», from the female point of view, individuals are most likely somewhere in the first two categories. In short, whoever yells the most is the one who is most afraid.
There is nothing wrong with being afraid. It’s like wanting something small. Another thing is that when an acute need arises, you can go and pee, or you can stand, be stupid, wait your turn and “that very” day, and, finally, describe yourself. Personally, I am not ashamed to admit that there are still things in this world that I am afraid of. If you pull out of me the entire volume of phobias, fears, troubles and put it on paper, most likely, you will get a book the size of a Bible. I clearly understand this, and I live with it normally. I just also know that real courage is not when it’s not scary. This is when he took it and did it, despite How long it squeezed in a shameful place.
Answering the question “Where have normal men gone?”, I have not the slightest desire to take responsibility for all representatives of the male gender. The maximum I can do here is to insert two or three words for myself and my friends. For those in whom I am sure. I can also speak for my graduates.
We are not tormented by the problem that our contemporaries, with their fall to the image of Justin Bieber, desecrate the memory of heroic ancestors. Neither I nor my friends will ever sink to the state of a nice neutered donkey.
We have a head on our shoulders, sharp teeth, strong muscles and, most importantly, an irresistible desire to be better than we are now. This is quite enough for us so as not to complex and not be clamped down at a social event or a boxing ring. We have the courage to admit that we are all afraid, and then just get on with it. Go for your fears, improving yourself and the world around you.
We do not worry about the fact that our grandfathers at our age killed the Nazis. If necessary, we will easily take up arms. Personally, I have the skill to take it apart and reassemble it, and the courage to pull the trigger in bursts.
We are told that you have become worse. In what way have they gotten worse? Have we become less intelligent? Less empathetic? Irresponsible? Or are we not able to bring a woman to orgasm? Maybe it’s our physical decline?
Not true. We are almost at the top of our game. When I get up in the morning, I know that today I will be better than yesterday. One second faster, one minute more responsible, one word wiser. Even if I don’t have the strength or the mood for it, I will find a way to make it appear quickly.
We have many reasons to justify our impotence. Lack of parental upbringing, tyranny of frustrated teachers, a cultural and moral environment that encourages going to the boutique for a new cash instead of plowing in the gym. But we don’t use them. We have long understood that the responsibility for our lives and the lives of our loved ones is placed on our shoulders by this universe. And, despite this kiloton load, it became much easier for us to live. Because we have found one of the basic elements of the meaning of our existence. It’s just that we began to ask ourselves the question more often: “Who, if not me?”
We have gone further than the previous generation, doing the usual men’s work. Now we not only feed and protect our loved ones, but also manage to share kindness and love, worrying about how well the woman who is nearby feels and reveals herself.
Wekî din çi hewce dike?
We are careful about what we eat. We don’t smoke and rarely drink. We walk with the elderly in the parks, and in our hearts there is a great love for children. We help shelters and arrange homeless animals in families. We train in gyms until we pass out. We make money. In bed, we make sure that the girl is as good as we are. When a drunk downstairs neighbor makes noise, we go to visit him with a smile and a baseball bat. What else do we need to be?
Oh, how sweet and beautiful this nostalgia for the past! Before, knights lost their heads for the sake of a lady at tournaments. They fought duels. They poked each other with swords. How selfish to send a man to kill the dragon’s head just to prove the seriousness of his intentions towards the lady…
Real men haven’t gone anywhere. We were, are and will be, regardless of the number of dragons killed. And if we don’t know each other yet, it’s only because you attract wonderful owners of eggs of the first and second categories. And the serial number here, by the way, does not make coolness.
Vîdyo ji Yana Shchastya: hevpeyvîn bi profesorê psîkolojiyê NI Kozlov
Mijarên axaftinê: Ji bo ku hûn bi serfirazî bizewicin hûn hewce ne ku jinek çawa bin? Mêr çend caran dizewicin? Çima ewqas hindik mêrên normal hene? Childfree. Parenting. evîn çi ye? Çîrokek ku çêtir nabe. Ji bo fersendê ku nêzîkî jineke bedew be.