Life through new eyes.

Greetings everyone, it is Weepy Wednesday and today I will just be writing something I thought about. Not exactly a love or loath but I'm sure there will be some of both in it.


Today I was posed with a question, by myself of course. I don't talk to people enough for them to ask valid questions.


What would our lives be like if we were the other gender?


Now this actually comes up a lot in my mind. It's something to think about because our lives may be completely different or almost the same we cannot really tell. 


So I tried to think about how much different my life would be if I was a woman. I am pathetic enough to think about what I would look like, or at least what I would style my hair as. I would wear a bit of make up because that seems to be illegal not to do and I would have shoulder length hair in a pony tail. I don't know why, that's just what I would do.


I contemplated on the thought of my personality. Would I be the same insane, cynical and spiteful person I am today? Or would I be a shy, quiet and book reading girl who only has a small circle of equally quiet book reading friends? 


I ran through many of my life experiences and tried to change them and alter them along with my gender. But I can't see them being much different no matter who my friends are or what I have under the pants/skirt. 


The main quandary I couldn't give even the slightest hypothesis on. Is whether or not I would have the close relationship I do with my father and be best friends with him or if it would be swapped over to my mother. I mean, my personality would be sort of the same but would I just talk to my mother more?


Now I know we are forced to say men and women are equal and your life isn't different no matter you sex. But it is. If you're a woman you have to go through the teenage stage of being leered at by horny teenage fuck-wits and then go through a similar thing in your work years. There are other problems but I don't see the point in listing these obvious things.


I look around my room and finish of my thinking on this by asking the final question.
"How different would my room look?"
This I have no idea on, but I doubt I would have so many DC comic figures all over the place. Or maybe I would? I shall never know.


Life is full of strange questions like these that will never be answered and that is the thing that weirds me out the most. Our one life is not even close to enough to sample all the world has to offer and then there are a billion different alternatives because there are billions of species.


Perhaps we do find all this out one day. We are given wisdom beyond our wildest dreams at death. We know life, death and the universe itself and that truly brings eternal peace.


No one will ever know and live to tell the tale.


- Matt
I don't hate life.
I just hate life that is stupid.