thepowerofme

Finally, the Internet is back on and I am free to begin speaking to the public again about the things that interest me.  The joys of satellite Internet is great until you go past your F.A.P-better known as your fair access policy.  What a croc, you spend a ton of money to get nothing near hi-speed Internet to only have to watch your unlimited service get stopped because you use it too much.  Well enough about my situation lets get to the real reason you all are here.

While the good Lord has not blessed my wife and  I with little creations of ourselves, I do have a wonderful niece that fills my life with joy and love.  She is a spit fire creation at two years old that just goes through life filled with energy, love, and happiness.  To her the favorite person in her life isn’t her dad or even me her uncle but her T.V. friend Pongo from 101 Dalmatians.  I think it is great to hear her ask for her little friend every time there is a lull in activity and to watch her parents faces cringe every time the name comes up.  She is going to be a beautiful girl that breaks a lot of childhood hearts and am going to love hearing my brother complain the older she gets when the boys start coming in.  She has an innocent spirit that just exists to have fun and stay out of trouble, but how long is that going to last.

While working at the University is a great experience, at times it can be very tough to keep your mouth shut as well.  Especially when you come into contact with all the young women that have finally broken free of their parents strings of control and are finally able to live the lives they have all ways wanted too, but still on daddies checkbook.  Some are able to deal with things relatively well and others well not so well.  I wonder when it begins that the ideas of being able to fly and a cardboard box is the greatest gift on Christmas is replaced with advertising on your butt, and low cut jeans that would make even a plumber nervous.   I mean for real is there any reason that pants now have to be bought that don’t even cover your hips.  The real crazy thing is that many of these young women that wear these hip hugging nightmares spend a fortune for those incomplete pants.

School is back in session tomorrow and once again my bus will be bombarded with all of these Hollywood want-a-be’s.  Only to be surrounded by the new fishers of woman on campus.  You know the type they represent, they walk into a room filled with women and look at them as if they are a smorgasbord of flesh.  After selecting their entree for their desires, they head in to pick up their meal.  Then comes the lines, about how beautiful they are, how nice they are, and how if given the chance with a date this young man will make this a night to remember.  I have heard lines thrown at women that would make Eddie Murphy blush and yet they leave that day hand in hand laughing and talking.  I do not get it while still in this day of STD’s, date rape, and abuse women still are looking for that bad boy attitude.  The guy that is going to use, abuse, and when bored throw you to the curb.  I have seen the problem day after day when a woman shows up on the bus to begin the constant calling to be greeted with the “I’m busy call back later!”  And they do, again, and again, and again.  Only to get the same answer over and over just with fewer words till they don’t get any at all.

While I will never understand how this phenomenon comes into practice or how it stops I do wonder on how to prevent it.  So here goes from a mans perspective on this self destructive type of life style.  I believe the best prevention is when woman believe they are complete and deserve the very best from each and every person in their life.  To feel that they are special and deserve to be treated that way.  When a woman has it all together there is an air of mystique that they poses and fills their walk with a gant that rivals the glow of pregnancy.  While they still possess the desire for companionship they will not lower their standards to just get a quick fix for the night, week, or even a year.  That’s what it takes to get to that point, when bad boys around the world are left empty with their shallow lines and empty desires.  Then and only then can the world see a change of looking at women as objects of sexual desire and view them with as magnificent people that deserve and will receive the very best this world has to offer.  While I know I can not prevent bad decisions from my niece as she gets older, I still will do my part to show her just how special she really is.  How she is perfect the way she is, and to create a lifestyle of how her life needs to filled with positive people that lift her up and compliment her.  And to forget and run from those that look to her as a conquest to be forgotten and discarded when the joys of the evening are replaced with the hunters next conquest.