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Martin;
I'm only half qualified to respond to your question, not being Japanese, but it seems to me that the main issue is why any of us agree to burden ourselves with any of you, regardless of nationality or phallus to palm ratio.
Your nasty bathroom habits, your hair in weird places, your noises, odors and bodily emissions, your unreasonably large laundry items...why do we choose to bind ourselves, physically emotionally and financially, at least until we can afford a good divorce lawyer?
And from this union we can expect to gain some alien that takes over our bodies for nearly ten months, then screams to have its needs met, not unlike yourselves, about whom you will grunt like neaderthals if it be male, over whom you make spineless toadying idiots of yourselves if it be female, to whom we will be enslaved for the next twenty or thirty years, assuming we live that long.
And I'm one of the happy ones.
Granting that attraction is a biochemical reaction designed to ensure the survival of the species, I still contend that love is a verb.
And should I ever find myself in the marriage market again, I will certainly cast my gaze in the direction of a certain overly elvated obnoxious sullen mime with a pathological fear of relationship.
xox, C.
I'm only half qualified to respond to your question, not being Japanese, but it seems to me that the main issue is why any of us agree to burden ourselves with any of you, regardless of nationality or phallus to palm ratio.
Your nasty bathroom habits, your hair in weird places, your noises, odors and bodily emissions, your unreasonably large laundry items...why do we choose to bind ourselves, physically emotionally and financially, at least until we can afford a good divorce lawyer?
And from this union we can expect to gain some alien that takes over our bodies for nearly ten months, then screams to have its needs met, not unlike yourselves, about whom you will grunt like neaderthals if it be male, over whom you make spineless toadying idiots of yourselves if it be female, to whom we will be enslaved for the next twenty or thirty years, assuming we live that long.
And I'm one of the happy ones.
Granting that attraction is a biochemical reaction designed to ensure the survival of the species, I still contend that love is a verb.
And should I ever find myself in the marriage market again, I will certainly cast my gaze in the direction of a certain overly elvated obnoxious sullen mime with a pathological fear of relationship.
xox, C.
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