Monday, January 16, 2006

Women In My Life

I watch people. I watch them to gather ideas, insight, and reflective analysis. I come from an area near Mexico, with a culture steeped in Hispanic, Latino, Mexican, whatever you want to call it, but it's steeped in those traditions.

What pangs me is the attitude the older generation of women, and even some of the recent and current generations show through their demeanor. When they walk, their heads hang low, their bodies lack stimulation, and their feet show signs of travel, but not of experience or journey. What they show me through their movement, and their expressions is that by the time they reached puberty their lives were over. They had adopted manners and attitudes submissive to men and to traditions that kept them that way. That makes me sad, really. I'm glad I never grew up around those kind of women. My aunts, my mother, all of them were independent, self-determined, and willing to run over anyone foolish enough to stand in their way of success.

I don't want to be with a woman who's going to look to the ground rather than look at her own reflection. I don't want to spend my time with a lady that has no opinion, or isn't willing to express her ideals.

Typical men will call me insane, and if you ask anyone who knows me, they'll tell you I wasn't handed a full deck, and I'm well adverse to not playing with one, but I yearn for a companion, not a cleaning, birth-machine.

I cherish women who thrive on independence, and it may cause me a bit of heartache in the future, but if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with someone, I need them to be on the same level as me.

Hell, I'd prefer if they were smarter than me. When things go wrong, I can blame them.