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Feeling of the Venusians

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I still remember a proverb I used to attach on my essay in the topic of feminism (specifically, in Ms. Lian's class). It says that men and women come from different planets, men are from Mars and women are from Venus. It looks like it states that men and women are different. Well yeah, undeniable, they are. Physically, yes of course they're not the same, and mentally, I guess it's so.

But wait up!! I won't talk about gender or feminism here or simply about the difference about men and women. I just wanna tell u how different men and women to see their worlds are. Most of the Martians use their mind and brain, otherwise the Venusians are completely involving their heart and feeling to face up any probs they have in their lives.

It makes any confusing and complex situation while Venusians (let me include: myself, me, and I) entangle their heart and feeling in any problem they have. That's what women are. When they find that things don't go on their way, the impulse for these stuffs will only drop by in their brain; and the rest, it will remain on their heart and on the unplaced thing named feeling. Why do I say it will be confusing and complex? It's simply because they can't even explain what they feel rationally. Now ask them, and then you'll know. LOL

It's so silly isn't it, on why and how feeling moves successfully their days, influences their acts and ruins their spirit. And especially when they've got the Pre Menstruation Syndrome, trust me it will be so fuckin terrible. The Venusians will be more like a monster you'll hard to understand.

Hell yeah, at least that's what I FEEL. It ruins my days and makes me FEEL like I'm a piece of jerk, a monster that always flares up the fire on its heart. Finally, while Descartes said that "I think therefore I am", I'm more likely to say that "I FEEL therefore I am". It's hard to get out from this situation if you are one of the Venusians.

But now, clearly I want to make things simple with my cool hand so I can calm the fanfare of my feeling and heart down, and try hard not to carry away the emotional and extraordinary feeling I used to have. I wish I can. Bless me.

(For the other Venusians, I'm so sorry if you have the different idea with me, please don't be too serious within this stuff, if you do, darn you are one of the Venusians I've mentioned above. LOL)

Thanks a lot for my dearest Martian I love, for his advice, his willingness to talk to me, to calm me down, and to love me with his way. I hope he will never change the way he loves me. Damn! I miss him.
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Oza said…
:angel
so do I kak....
aku jadi tau siapa itu Martian and venusian
September 21, 2010 at 10:10:00 AM GMT+7
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