Yup, still a bit hyperactive.
I've been thinking for the last hour or so about my thought process when it comes to how I run my life, how I treat women, how it all kind of came together.
To call my views on romance and life to be chivalrous is to hit it on the head. As it is, I hold doors open for women -- all kinds of doors. Cars, restaurant, fuck, if there's a mailbox door that they need opened due to some unspecific hand injury, I'd do that for them. It's something I put myself into years ago, and I can't say it makes me feel bad to do it. To stand tall and protect a woman means a lot to me, even if they're nothing more than a mere acquantince. My shy nature usually is what blocks me from simply walking up to a man who is poorly treating a woman and knocking them flat up against a wall and threatening them with bodily harm that, in most cases, I probably couldn't do. But I'd take a beating, because it's better me than a woman who has done nothing wrong in my case. I couldn't tell you exactly why -- but I think it has something to do with my favorite comic books (X-Men, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Superman, Batman, Hellboy), and how each of them has this nobility to their position as protectors of the innocent. Who wouldn't want to be a superhero? And, more or less, that's about as close as most of us can get -- getting on your feet, setting an example, protecting the innocent, lending a hand when in need.
That's a good, brief explanation of why I do what I do. Why I seem to extend a hand quite a bit to some people -- because, until they get out of a perpetual cycle of pain, I know I can at least try to help.
(Someone may think that I'm talking about them -- and I am, but I have a past of doing this, too.)
My hand can be there to pick them up. It explains why I wince when I hear of someone having random, throwaway sex. It's their choice, yes, but there's usually nothing that can come from it that's good. In fact, the complete opposite can happen, and pretty damn quickly in most cases. It explains why, in the end, I don't date much (besides the shyness, of course). I'm a caregiver, and caregivers don't end up with the girl. Just like the best superhero stories, you have to fall short somewhere.
On another note, I had this old script I was writing, but I think I'm going to toss out the draft I started and re-work it again. It doesn't feel right, and since there's a certain SG in my favorites that I really just want to write the main female role for, I think restarting would be the best thing so I can try to incorporate what little I do know about her into the character as possible. You could argue that it'd be a pipe dream getting her, but you never know. And a stronger character would go a long way to it feeling like the right role for her.
I've been thinking for the last hour or so about my thought process when it comes to how I run my life, how I treat women, how it all kind of came together.
To call my views on romance and life to be chivalrous is to hit it on the head. As it is, I hold doors open for women -- all kinds of doors. Cars, restaurant, fuck, if there's a mailbox door that they need opened due to some unspecific hand injury, I'd do that for them. It's something I put myself into years ago, and I can't say it makes me feel bad to do it. To stand tall and protect a woman means a lot to me, even if they're nothing more than a mere acquantince. My shy nature usually is what blocks me from simply walking up to a man who is poorly treating a woman and knocking them flat up against a wall and threatening them with bodily harm that, in most cases, I probably couldn't do. But I'd take a beating, because it's better me than a woman who has done nothing wrong in my case. I couldn't tell you exactly why -- but I think it has something to do with my favorite comic books (X-Men, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Superman, Batman, Hellboy), and how each of them has this nobility to their position as protectors of the innocent. Who wouldn't want to be a superhero? And, more or less, that's about as close as most of us can get -- getting on your feet, setting an example, protecting the innocent, lending a hand when in need.
That's a good, brief explanation of why I do what I do. Why I seem to extend a hand quite a bit to some people -- because, until they get out of a perpetual cycle of pain, I know I can at least try to help.
(Someone may think that I'm talking about them -- and I am, but I have a past of doing this, too.)
My hand can be there to pick them up. It explains why I wince when I hear of someone having random, throwaway sex. It's their choice, yes, but there's usually nothing that can come from it that's good. In fact, the complete opposite can happen, and pretty damn quickly in most cases. It explains why, in the end, I don't date much (besides the shyness, of course). I'm a caregiver, and caregivers don't end up with the girl. Just like the best superhero stories, you have to fall short somewhere.
On another note, I had this old script I was writing, but I think I'm going to toss out the draft I started and re-work it again. It doesn't feel right, and since there's a certain SG in my favorites that I really just want to write the main female role for, I think restarting would be the best thing so I can try to incorporate what little I do know about her into the character as possible. You could argue that it'd be a pipe dream getting her, but you never know. And a stronger character would go a long way to it feeling like the right role for her.