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All you can do is to make this moment — your moment — better. If you, yourself, only last for a nanosecond, you might expand your influence to a millisecond. Stop waiting for someone to give you what you want.
–Cat Dear Cat, Thoughtful and provocative question, and I’m going to attempt to tackle it even though I’m no therapist, historian or biologist.Men can appreciate the female form, either clothed or naked.Men are aroused by images of clothed or naked women (but not as much as you’d think.) What I’d like to add to all of those ideas is that none of that should affect your relationship…unless you make it affect your relationship. I’m a huge believer in “it’s never too late for X.” But really… if you want to truly skate, that’s something for the young. Nobody’s going to make you good, or great, or amazing, or epic. You might write something and nobody might read it. We are all staring down the barrel of a gun, and we last only for the tiniest, tiniest moment in time.
You can affect the lives of others around you, and you can affect your own life.
GOOD men are aroused by images of clothed or naked women (but not as much as you’d think.) Without covering the entire landscape of debates about DNA or evolution or propagation of the species, here’s my take on the whole thing: Men, since the beginning of time, were designed to spread their seed.
Because monogamy lowers the chances that our genes will survive, men are not, by nature, monogamous creatures.
After a bit, though (and this part of the story is still unwritten, but definitely coming) the sun sloughs off its outer layers, obliterating all of the inner planets as it dies. The astrophysicists who used to think the universe was going to re-contract into the “Big Crunch” now say that the universe’s expansion is actually accelerating. I don’t know about you, but looking up into the sky on a clear night is enough to give me existential chills. And in the middle of this story (because we’re the ones telling it), is us. Sure, the beetle can survive, but only for as long as it’s not in the wrong place at the wrong time. but nobody’s watching where they’re stepping, either. You, your lamp, the sun, and the Bee Gees all have that in common. You will keep getting older, and then you will die. Everything that’s ever entered your experience has lasted and will continue to last for only a brief moment in the life of the universe. So stop wondering what it all means and how you’ll possibly ever do X and what people will think, and get on with your life already. I’m just now getting around to the end of the newer series and something hit me when Dr. See, throughout the series, Baltar is a selfish asshole.
Here, but only “here” in the way a beetle might be “there” on the sidewalk of Times Square during rush hour. You were born with a terminal disease, just like everything else that has ever existed. or closer and closer home, depending on how you look at it. You can never board a train going the opposite direction. If there was this great thing even just two miles back that you decided not to do, you can’t change your mind and go do it. There’s a thing I got rid of that I really wish I’d kept. Do yourself a favor, right now, and realize two things: 1. You’re in, playing, right now, and the clock is ticking.
It’s like being on a train with no stops that’s always leading you farther and farther from home… In my past, there’s also an opportunity I could have taken advantage of that I didn’t, and that I wish I had. I missed those things, and I will never get a second chance.