Any woman can support a man in need. A man with something to fix, something to struggle with and make whole again. It takes a real woman to support the man that is stable and whole in himself, yet desires to be better, something greater than he was this morning, when he comes looking for you not out of need, but desire, letting you know he wants you to fill his world when the corporate clock isn’t ticking.
Basically the difference between a Teddy Bear and a Mantis is, everything.
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
- Dr. Seuss / Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
Never enough time in the day.
COD Opponent: Fuckin camper!!! You sat in like three spots the whole game!
Me: No. I was inspecting the 2 x 4's over where I shot you three times, drafting up a safety hand rail over by that ledge where I knifed you in the back, and verifying that the ant species behind the dirt pile was native to the area before I shot that C4 laying in front of you.
COD Opponent: Go fuck yourself.
Me: There's hardly enough time between filling you with lead and reloading...
And a shovel to bury the bodies…
