/lit/ - Literature

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I have a confession to make. I am a sensitive, "soft" man. I can tear up at sad music or movie scenes, or even a sad thought. Being soft is not all bad news, as I can become filled with optimism or hope just as easily if the stimuli merits such a response. Being "soft" is - from a sexual perspective - an unattractive characteristic. Most women find "soft" men to be weak, too easily affected by their emotions. Too much like themselves to be arousing. There is some truth to this assertion.

I consider my softness to be a flaw, one that I working on eradicating from my physique. For starters I have joined a boxing gym. My progress has been slow as I am a complete novice when it comes to physical combat. My coach says that although I am unskilled, I am quite strong. For me, the goal is to become comfortable with aggression above improving my combat competency. From that perspective, I am achieving my goal every day I go to boxing class. I am confident I will overcome the worse aspects of this "flaw", though I doubt I can cure myself of the "softness" disease completely. One can only hope. With that admission out of the way, I want to confess an ugly episode of softness that I have suffered recently.

Luckily, I did not cry watching a romantic movie nor was I caught watching something girly like *Say yes to the dress*. But I did tear up listening to a song on my way home from work. The song described too accurately why I have been alone for most of my life.

The song opens with a woman uttering the prose below

>I know that I let you down
>You're not keen on what you found

I think most men feel disappointment towards the female sex. For most men this disappointment is subconscious. Only the most miserable saps feel this emotion overtly.

I thought about my childhood and my first crush. Back then I had the privilege of believing a girl was just like me, but pretty. The human brain associates beauty with all of the extraordinary higher human traits (grace, self-awareness, intelligence, wisdom, rationality, humility, honor). Most women, even as children, hardly exhibit any of these traits. Ironically, it is the natural beauty women are born with, that rob them of ever developing the traits their beauty mimics. No wisdom, humility, or rationality can flourish in a woman once her overwhelming beauty causes every men in her life to shower her with endless attention and affirmation. The beauty snuffs out any trace of self-awareness, rationality or the potential to develop mental rigor. What is left from this point onwards is beauty, and instincts.