Red

I don't know what it is that makes a man angry, but my frail brain thinks that a lot of it is fuelled by suspicion. It was the same in the time of Adam and Eve, Napoleon and Josephine, Adolf and Eva, and ... today's man and woman.Some things never change, or better put; the world may have taken giant steps in so many spheres, but mankind remains the same. I have no answer as to why, it just is. And many a time it is unfair, yet it holds just the same. It is impossible for any man, as fit as they might be, to climb a flight of stairs in less time needed to say 'oh fuck!', well I know one man who can actually do that, but he is not in my picture as I write. And perhaps sometimes we should calm down and try and see it as it is; not as we think it is, and certainly not as we have made to think it is. I may look funny, seem weird and eccentric, but I do not fuel a man's anger just to bask in the glory of what? And there it goes again, it's a woman's world after all, the world of a woman who feeds on power but no glory. Behind a man who throws his weight around is a woman who throws her weight around better than him. Watch it because behind a man who barks is a woman who bites. It's all about role play which goes way beyond the safe, thought-free role play in s and M. People who suddenly see red are just the same as the partitarji Laburisti. They also see red. I see my own kind of red and have made my house one towering inferno. So I see enough tangible red, I don't need to see the metaphorical red. And then there are the shades of red. Although alas, they are all red. I'm still thinking why and how. Will get back later.