MrMary & Stendhal on Love: Will He or She love you with passion ?


Deep down inside , like really deep, deeper than balls deep,deep… we are well aware that a day will come where no one in their right mind would want to have sex with us. For some of us that happens not to long after puberty makes itself known in someone’s life, for others of us , the mass majority we oscillate in our minds between moments where we feel completely unattractive and not so bad.   For those among the mass majority, we know that old age makes a mockery of whatever good looks we had so no  while things are going well we try to literally and figuratively cram it all in.

So then, when we are still young enough to not kick our flaccid/worn/droopy genitalia when we walk (which is why I suppose old people wear a lot of tube socks and sandals) we want to have everything on our side to help us decide who to let into our lives in a romantic intimate way. No one wants to waste time luckily MrMary is here for you.

What makes MrMary so special

imagesOn what meat doth MrMary feed that he continues to grow so great?

Well Mike Tyson summed it up perfectly when he said:

“I like the hip writers: Fitzgerald, the guy who committed suicide, Hemingway, all those guys. Some of them were alcoholics and drug addicts but they had fun. They were real people. They formed the culture of American literature. Hemingway admired Tolstoy, Tolstoy admired Pushkin, and Mailer admired Hemingway. It all flows down. The greats are all connected. One day I’m gonna write a book myself. The first chapter will be about what a rough deal my momma got. She believed in you guys and your society.”


My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious. I want your heart! I want to eat his children! Praise be to Allah!”

I don’t know what that means but can one really encapsulate greatness in words ? I can only allude to it by writing these blog posts.

Getting into It

Although Stendhal wrote this specifically address to women it applies to both sexes I feel. Check it out:

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You loving women want to know whether the man you adore loves you with passion-love, study your lover’s early youth. Every sophisticated man was at first, during his excursion into life, either an absurd enthusiast or  very wretched. The man with a calm happy temperament and easy to please is incapable of the passion your heart demands. The Only emotion I call passion is the one tested by long miseries, by those miseries which romantic writers are very careful not to depict and which, moreover they are incapable of depicting.

Imagine if nowadays we believed that the passion a man or women has for life was directly proportional to how much they have suffered by how much their mettle has been tested by extenuating circumstances.

MrMary Comments:

Our society now breed mediocrity. Every time we wake up to go to a job we don’t really like, only to pay money for fleeting possessions that seem to vanish all to quickly, we have to suppress our desire.  We have to bend to the images that society has for us we have to actually as I see it sometimes accept mediocrity  because nowadays we have been conditioned to  like crabs in a pot pull anyone who tries to distinguish themselves or who wants more from life than the gifts that reaching the golden years bring: enlarge prostate, hysterectomy and an endless variety of coupons and lunch specials that all come with fries and an excess of napkins.

I think it is impossible to love passionately anything, life , a woman, a child, an animal while living mired in mediocrity. Without a taste of severe loss, death, illness how can we ever really appreciate a smile, or the ruses your significant other uses sometimes to not directly say they are in the mood to be/get ploughed thoroughly. It’s beautiful  how fragile human beings are, how much love and affection we need.  The people who really love and who really live quite often are the one’s who are willing to risk harm, hell or high water for  a real experience being mediocre is an anathema to them.

I will tell you or share with you some sound advise I got from Flaubert and old friend of MrMary.

“Everyone, either from modesty or egotism, hides away the best and most delicate of his soul’s possessions; to gain the esteem of others, we must only ever show our ugliest sides; this is how we keep ourselves on the common level”

it’s a shame that to function in society we have to hide the best parts of ourselves, and we have done it so for so long that we have collectively forgotten who we are. Let this sink in

“…simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world’s champions…. A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap-dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an “exhibitionist.” How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, “Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!” – Kurt Vonnegut

Ok So what About Relationships

I will make it easy for you. Like attracts like before you wonder if the chick your looking to pack or if the guy you want to pack you will adore you with all the passion your heart feels and needs ask yourself two important questions:

Am I mediocre ? – chances are if you are mediocre he or she is mediocre too like attracts like. Ever see crack head or drug addict couples. They didn’t fill out  a fucking want add looking for someone who has destroyed their life and all bond with their kin for the sake of instantaneous and degrading pleasure. Look at Siegfried and Roy – two gay male lion tamers ? Like attracts like.  If you are honest enough to admit that you are mediocre there is still hope for you

Was the most trying time in my youth that day when you couldn’t get the triple thick McDonalds shake through the free straw? Yeah that might prove to be good for fellatio or whatever these crazy kids do  nowadays, but what about afterwards.  Ok joking aside have you really lived. Have you drawn outside the lines a little bit? If no then even if this other person is truly passionate you wont know what to do with it and will prolly fuck it up.

There are other question a battery of question I personally have created ( have you ever tried to put on your pants two legs at a time?)  but who has time for that ?  My final word of advice: unbuckle youir pants nad look for trouble: hopefully your underwear is clean but if it isnt so what ?

“No, you’re not free,” he said. “The string you’re tied to is perhaps no longer than other people’s. That’s all. You’re on a long piece of string, boss; you come and go, and think you’re free, but you never cut the string in two. And when people don’t cut that string . . .”
“I’ll cut it some day!” I said defiantly, because Zorba’s words had touched an open wound in me and hurt.

“It’s difficult, boss, very difficult. You need a touch of folly to do that; folly, d’you see? You have to risk everything! But you’ve got such a strong head, it’ll always get the better of you. A man’s head is like a grocer; it keeps accounts: I’ve paid so much and earned so much and that means a profit of this much or a loss of that much! The head’s a careful little shopkeeper; it never risks all it has, always keeps something in reserve. It never breaks the string. Ah no! It hangs on tight to it, the bastard! If the string slips out of its grasp, the head, poor devil, is lost, finished! But if a man doesn’t break the string, tell me, what flavor is left in life? The flavor of camomile, weak camomile tea! Nothing like rum-that makes you see life inside out!”

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