Monday, August 20, 2012


Oh,why can't men be allowed that occasional one day for the day just to be about them? Where they can behave like a man feels, even though he shouldn't,  but deep inside all men want to be able to. To whine, be moody, and just be an affection whore, and be mollycoddled, and not be afraid of being viewed as any less of a man or even suffer any repercussions because of it. But hey, we can't do that. That's not what men do. We're strong. We're the rock. We're the unshakable trunk that must take charge or at the very least be solid. And most of the time, most of us are. But don't we get a break? I guess not.