There is a general slowing down happening in La Maison Mook and this means that, mostly, Mooks A and B and I laze about in front of the TV. We're watching a lot of movies, many of them shit (like this thing called Surfer, Dude with Matthew McConaughey who apparently doesn't give a shit what he does with his career).
But some of the films are just baffling, like this thing Diary of a Shopaholic, where the silly gash who is the main character appears to be retarded. The Mooks hated the fucking movie more than I did and stopped it about 30 minutes in—thank Keer-ist!—but not before I started to wonder about women, men and men and women. You see, that film is what they call a chick-flick and that would suggest that it is aimed at all women and that would further suggest all women are retarded. However, my experience with broads suggests otherwise. I mean, take Cate and Sis—they seem like really solid, together people. Are they unusual in that respect? I don't know.
But here's the thing: if you look at the friends (not relatives) who surround the Mooks, almost every one of them is single and, at their ages, not likely to be changing that status in the near future. I've heard some of Cate's talk about men in her life, and when Straight Guy (SG) was here after the fire at his place, he not only talked about his love-life but also about the contorted lives of people he knows. The running theme of all these stories is that no sane person seems to be able to hook up with any other sane person. And it's not looks! I'd do Cate (and have tried to!). And I know the Mook A has more than a little penchant for SG. So what's the deal?
Here's my theory: I think that as humans age they get wiser and although this is a good thing in some ways, it is utterly useless in chosing a mate. Ask any 20-year-old! Fucking is where it has to start. It's basic. It's why dogs sniff each other's assholes and lick each others gonads. I mean, being friends is fine and dandy, and so is being intellectual equals, but I think older, wiser people have piled so much heavy meaning onto something (ie: porking) that they don't even do it anymore and, worse, don't realize how important it is because they aren't doing it!
A dog can sniff out a lot of info from another dog's bunghole or the smell and taste of another dog's piss. In the same way, how a person kisses can tell you so much about the other person as does the fact that they are willing (or not) to go downtown and, then, if they're any good when they're down there. That oh-so-smart guy you've got your eye on isn't quite so smart, is he?, if while he's down there he's licking all the wrong places; you know...spit sloshing down your leg, tongue flying everywhere, but the actual pleasure-button nowhere near the soaking action! And, vice versa, she may believe everything you believe (ie: vegetarianism, etc.), but if, when she kisses, her mouth is all dessicated and her cooter is almost crispy from dryness, then you have to know that her vegetarianism has driven her to despise all meat (if you know what I mean and I think you do).
Humans of a certain age have piled so much importance onto good old shtupping, that they don't realize it's the best way to find a mate while having fun. When the boning is good, you see it all: drama, tragedy and comedy in the form of moans, tears and laughter. The meaning of a person comes through because they are raw and naked and honest whereas Mr. or Ms Perfect can always cloak their faults in nice clothes, pretty talk and a handsome or pretty little smile (which is actually a smile of utter bafflement and stupidity but which all humans wish to see as a smile of intelligence and—ah, yes!—agreement).
So, bottom line, I think humans take sex way too seriously except when they're doing it when they don't take it nearly as seriously as they should.
Meanwhile, preparation for Christmas, here, goes on with the arrival of a Christmas tree. I don't get the Mooks. They buy a turkey the size of a horse and a tree the size of a chihuahua. And then they get pissed because I decide to snack on the fucking decorations.
Go figure.
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