Thou Shalt Not Emote

by xaosseed

On the general topic of ‘things done differently on the continent’ – see previous rant on French strikes where perhaps I was a little harsh on dear old Jacques, but never mind – I have spoken with a number of different people, from different backgrounds and on the proviso that none of them were a) lying to me or b) exagerating to try and get in my pants then I learned a few things that are interesting.

Mostly I learned that it is depressing indeed to come from a Northern European country, because everyone else has a better time than we do – frankly anyone would have a better reputation as a nation of lovers if they were getting that much practice. But setting all of that aside – denying it as lies is the most comforting way I’ve found – there is another matter, that of com-u-ni-cating.

Which I didn’t want to say to people, but I think isn’t worth the paper its written on. The more I have the conversation, the more I’m convinced that ‘I have fe-e-elings’ is something only said by sleazebags trying to trick other people into thinking they’re genuine. If you have to tell people, then you probably shouldn’t and anyway its being false.

Be true to yourself, and your heritage, don’t let anyone know what you’re thinking. Rage used to be acceptable, but thats not anymore either. No-one wants to know, men were never supposed to express themselves and post-feminism has equated ‘equality’ with being emotionally in control to. Bottle it up, thats what the sixties were really about, if you think about it.

And don’t touch anyone unless you’re sleeping with them either. No, Bad.