Control

When a relationship becomes all about control, it is time to get out of that relationship. When th4ey try to control every move you make through manipulation or by any other means, then it is time to go. If they are going to lie to you about the small things, then they are going to lie to you about the bigger, more important things. Hiding things from you is just the same as lying.

A relationship has to be built on trust. If they do not trust you, it is time for it to end. If you find yourself lying to them just so you get to do whatever it is you want to do, then you are letting them control you. I have always done pretty much whatever I want to do within reason, and I have had girlfriends spy on me, search my cell phone, check out all my social media sites, and especially read my blog. I am honest to a fault and I do not hide anything but I also try not to put the specifics of my relationship out on the social media for the world to see. I like to live my life in the real world, not conduct my life in cyberspace. I did have to learn that the hard way. I will slip up from time to time but I do not know anyone who doesn't.

Whipped Unto The Next Generation Part II

Imagine the sound of a cracking whip.... The sound a man makes to one of his friends when his girlfriend has beat the boy down so bad he needs to turn in his Man Card. They should make an app for that. That way all a man has to do is hit a button on his cell phone. I think I saw that on The Big Bang Theory once.

My friend's son is now looking at four bedroom houses when there are just the two of them. I hate to break this to him, but his in-laws will be living with him within a month after they close on this house. He will be supporting the whole family straight from the script of Deliverance. That is why she is insisting on four bedrooms. One room for everyone in the family. Forget them helping out with the bills or buying a sack of groceries. I hope he likes the sound of a banjo because he is going to be hearing a lot of it.

Pushing The Envelope

I do not understand why women have to push living together/marriage like they do. They do not understand why I do not want to live together or get married. I have always had a bit of "Lone Wolf" in me and I thoroughly enjoy time to myself. Togetherness can be a good thing but I prefer it in limited quantities. I do not want to be joined at the hip. My girlfriend's favorite saying is "You are not the boss of me." That is completely true nor do I want to be but she does not mind getting all pissy with me if I want to go off and do something by myself.

I have come to realize over the course of the past couple of years that I do not fare well in relationships. I can compare it to fishing. I am an advocate of "catch and release." Once the other half of the relationship starts pushing living together/marriage, I subconsciously start looking for the back door and a way out. That feeling builds and builds until I finally run screaming out the door like my hair is on fire. As long as they do not mention that, we are fine.

Whipped Unto The Next Generation

A good friend of mine's son got married not long ago and he is in a world of hurt. I tried to warn him. When you marry the woman, you marry her family as well but you don't expect them to move in with you shortly after the vows have been exchanged. His wife bought a crossbow for hunting before they got married. I told him he would wake up one morning with an arrow sticking out of one of his ass cheeks.

She takes "working" vacations in foreign lands while he eats peanut butter sandwiches, she goes shopping for new cars while he drives a clunker, and he is whipped (or should be) unto the next generation.

The Golden Ticket

I had a dream, not along the lines of Martin Luther King, but this one was about about the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory the other night. Thinking back on that movie, there was a serious absence of hot women in that movie. A little bit of nudity and a few topless babes running around would have helped that movie out tremendously. Anyway most people believe that dreams are representative of something, usually something buried deep in their psyche or something that has recently happened. In my dream, I played the part of the young boy looking for that elusive ticket that would get him a tour of Willy Wonka's factory. A little bit of nudity and a few topless babes running around would also have helped this dream out a lot. My dreams are usually full of naked women.

The term "golden ticket" is used quite often as a metaphor. When I awoke from the dream, I was trying to figure what could be representative of my golden ticket. My golden ticket is my ticket out of the job I have held for 26 1/2 years and I really do not enjoy so much any more. That left me thinking what is my golden ticket? I would love to believe it is my writing but with all of 15 followers, I am thinking that many not be it.