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Saturday, September 04, 2010
allowed entry at 3:00 am



The boy and I sat at a park and did a quiz that was in 'lifestyle' magazine. It was a personality test to measure one's emotional quotient and stuff.
So obviously I was the one who scored most of the high points cause duh, I'm a girl and girls are pretty much emotional I guess.

And it got me thinking why humans are built this way. Generally speaking of course.
Why aren't men affected by emotions? Why are women so in touch with their emotions?
Why can't everyone have an "equal level" of emotion? If that makes any sense at all.
Why do we have such a drastic difference in the emotional aspect?

It's not a shocker when women worry about things unnecessarily but you don't see men doing that.
You don't see a guy moping around when he's facing problems.
In contrast, why the hell do girls cry more then guys do? Why do women get happy so easily? And why do they get sad so darn easily too?

I think men are more content and at peace with their lives than women are?
Why isn't it the same with women? Why do women want more, emotionally?


I hate that I have a woman's emotions.
I refuse to mope around, I refuse to worry, I refuse to be insecure, I refuse to be paranoid, I refuse to be in touch with my freakin' emotions.

In short, I refuse to be emotional. But the last time I checked, I still have a vagina instead of a dick hahaha so yes I am a girl. Tsk.


All this is generalised.
Woman = Emotional. Men = Not emotional. These aren't the rules. There are people who are exceptions.
And I wanna be an exception too.



I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart.