Stubborn Men and Needing Cuddled
I won't speak for all men when it comes to this subject so I will generalize for them and speak for myself:
I am a very stubborn person by nature. My grandfather who spoke very little English loved me because even as a toddler I was stubborn. My mom would tell me not to do something and she would smack me. I would immediately smack her back. This process would go on and on until one of us gave up. He would laugh so hard until one day, he left for the store and returned with a big wheel. He said that I made him proud knowing the German spirit lives within one of his grandchildren.
I've always been stubborn. I love not to give in or to argue a topic even if I know I am wrong, just to see how someone lays out a case. Its a sign of intelligence to be able to argue and state fact in proof of your case. Hell, at times with my ex girlfriends, it seemed a way of foreplay to argue some stupid idea or word, i.e. is a theory absolute? I knew I was wrong early on but it was fun to see that sexiness portrayed in intelligence. In my stubborn way, it was foreplay.
So what does this have to do with cuddling you say? Well, in the shower I realized my hands were covered in blisters, likewise my arms, neck, and ears. I have a bad habit of twisting my hair when I am overdue for a haircut but hell, it keeps me from biting my fingers. Twisting my hair and biting my fingers are treated like crop rotation, letting one regenerate while I deplete the other. The last two of my bad habits I will try to conquer.
So I walked downstairs and my step-mother immediately said, "Oh my god your neck!" I brushed it off and acted as if it were no big deal. I suddenly tried to discuss my spontaneous trip into the woods but she didn't seem to care. The blisters soon began to itch more and more as I tried to brush them off. I stubbornly went to my room and changed into my field clothes, donned one of my cheesy perverted shirts that I don't care if I ruin, and started prepping my virgin rifle for her "cherry popping ceremony."
A half an hour later and a few cigarettes, I was in the back field shooting my rifle. She shot beautifully for never have been fired and sitting idle for 7 years. The itching was driving me mad but I would refuse to act like it bothered me. That's the thing about men, we can be sick, or our backs hurt until we feel like crying, but we will never admit to being defeated by it. Its our job to seem invincible, in our own minds at least, and its a woman's job to sit there and watch us in our misery until we break down as they laugh inside.
So as I was offered calamine lotion once again I gave in. I grabbed the bottle ran up stairs, got naked, and began dumping it on myself. "Ahhhhh, instant satisfaction," I thought as I was shivering from the sweet relief. After thoroughly covering myself with the lotion, luckily I was my hands when coming in from the field which spared me even more doom, I walked down stairs to the laughter of everyone. I suddenly heard my dad singing the song to my favorite childhood cartoon, "Casper the friendly ghost, the friendly ghost, the friendly ghost" as he fought with all his might not to start crying from laughter. I was white as a ghost.
At that moment I realized my stubborn behavior and how for the first time my step mom put aside our constant battles of spite, and was acting like a mom. Women have a much needed and at times annoying way of caring for us men. Whether it be a mother nagging you to do or take things or a girlfriend worried about you when u drink or if you smoke too much.
As much as I hate to admit, women are almost always right when it comes to being sick or hurt. Its natural for them to provide comfort even after we stubbornly pushed aside their suggestions. Nature has evolved them to deal with us stubborn men and force us to take the actions needed to become better, whether be through nagging or sly suggestion.
So as I bask in my new found relief, I just want to curl up in a ball and have my head rubbed. There is nothing like the comfort provided by a woman when you are sick or hurting. Having your head rubbed and in their arms after a lengthy battle of wills and wits, is the perfect way to feel better. Looking up in their arms and smiling, is the perfect way to say I am sorry and appreciate all that you do.
I think I will go lay on the couch now.
I am a very stubborn person by nature. My grandfather who spoke very little English loved me because even as a toddler I was stubborn. My mom would tell me not to do something and she would smack me. I would immediately smack her back. This process would go on and on until one of us gave up. He would laugh so hard until one day, he left for the store and returned with a big wheel. He said that I made him proud knowing the German spirit lives within one of his grandchildren.
I've always been stubborn. I love not to give in or to argue a topic even if I know I am wrong, just to see how someone lays out a case. Its a sign of intelligence to be able to argue and state fact in proof of your case. Hell, at times with my ex girlfriends, it seemed a way of foreplay to argue some stupid idea or word, i.e. is a theory absolute? I knew I was wrong early on but it was fun to see that sexiness portrayed in intelligence. In my stubborn way, it was foreplay.
So what does this have to do with cuddling you say? Well, in the shower I realized my hands were covered in blisters, likewise my arms, neck, and ears. I have a bad habit of twisting my hair when I am overdue for a haircut but hell, it keeps me from biting my fingers. Twisting my hair and biting my fingers are treated like crop rotation, letting one regenerate while I deplete the other. The last two of my bad habits I will try to conquer.
So I walked downstairs and my step-mother immediately said, "Oh my god your neck!" I brushed it off and acted as if it were no big deal. I suddenly tried to discuss my spontaneous trip into the woods but she didn't seem to care. The blisters soon began to itch more and more as I tried to brush them off. I stubbornly went to my room and changed into my field clothes, donned one of my cheesy perverted shirts that I don't care if I ruin, and started prepping my virgin rifle for her "cherry popping ceremony."
A half an hour later and a few cigarettes, I was in the back field shooting my rifle. She shot beautifully for never have been fired and sitting idle for 7 years. The itching was driving me mad but I would refuse to act like it bothered me. That's the thing about men, we can be sick, or our backs hurt until we feel like crying, but we will never admit to being defeated by it. Its our job to seem invincible, in our own minds at least, and its a woman's job to sit there and watch us in our misery until we break down as they laugh inside.
So as I was offered calamine lotion once again I gave in. I grabbed the bottle ran up stairs, got naked, and began dumping it on myself. "Ahhhhh, instant satisfaction," I thought as I was shivering from the sweet relief. After thoroughly covering myself with the lotion, luckily I was my hands when coming in from the field which spared me even more doom, I walked down stairs to the laughter of everyone. I suddenly heard my dad singing the song to my favorite childhood cartoon, "Casper the friendly ghost, the friendly ghost, the friendly ghost" as he fought with all his might not to start crying from laughter. I was white as a ghost.
At that moment I realized my stubborn behavior and how for the first time my step mom put aside our constant battles of spite, and was acting like a mom. Women have a much needed and at times annoying way of caring for us men. Whether it be a mother nagging you to do or take things or a girlfriend worried about you when u drink or if you smoke too much.
As much as I hate to admit, women are almost always right when it comes to being sick or hurt. Its natural for them to provide comfort even after we stubbornly pushed aside their suggestions. Nature has evolved them to deal with us stubborn men and force us to take the actions needed to become better, whether be through nagging or sly suggestion.
So as I bask in my new found relief, I just want to curl up in a ball and have my head rubbed. There is nothing like the comfort provided by a woman when you are sick or hurting. Having your head rubbed and in their arms after a lengthy battle of wills and wits, is the perfect way to feel better. Looking up in their arms and smiling, is the perfect way to say I am sorry and appreciate all that you do.
I think I will go lay on the couch now.
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