Extreme emotional blackmail

I liked this song when it was first released (many years ago) until I realised what it was about.

Isn’t it creepy that there should be a song written specially (so it seems) to help teenage guys emotionally blackmail their girlfriends into sleeping with them??

The title of the song should really be ‘I don’t care how you feel, I just want a shag’. At least that would be honest.

More Than Words
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It’s not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

Now that I’ve tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don’t ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

R.I.P.

20/2/2016

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One of my first posts on this blog said good bye to the author Elizabeth Jane Howard. Since then, we’ve lost many others.

Farewell and Rest in Peace …

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David Bowie 8th January 1947 – 10th January 2016
Peace Like A RiverPeace like a river ran through the city
Long past the midnight curfew
We sat starry-eyed
Oh, we were satisfied
And I remember
Misinformation followed us like a plague
Nobody knew from time to time
If the plans where changed
Oh, if the plans were changed
You can beat us with wires
You can beat us with chains
You can run out your rules
But you know you can’t outrun the history train
I‘ve seen a glorious day
Four in the morning
I woke up from out of my dreams
Nowhere to go but back to sleep
But I’m reconciled
Oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna be up for a while
Oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna be up for a while
Oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna be up for a while
© 1971 Words and Music by Paul Simon
What is best in life?

According to Conan, the Barbarian: ‘To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.’

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… squirt?

Back in the 80s, or even 90s, no one would dream of asking you that question.

I’m wondering why some women might be treated really badly by a man, yet still keep their pictures on their social media sites.

Possible reasons:

1. There’ve been so many guys – who can keep track!
2. She hates him but it was the best sex she’s ever had so … ‘Memories’.
3. She’s  moved on and still thinks that ‘deep down’ he’s a good guy.
4. Instagram is her version of a ‘little black book’.

So, back in 2013, I was seeing this Egyptian guy, called Fouad Alaa, who turned out to be a total scumbag and dickhead sociopath. For most of the time we were supposedly together, he was actually also seeing this other woman based in Kuching, Sarawak – I’ll call her Josie. Apparently, Josie was the love of his life, but he still treated her like a piece of turd. He was a lot nicer to her than he was to me, but also a whole lot shittier, and the shitty stuff, in my opinion, cancels out the good stuff several times over.

Anyway, Josie and I have been Facebook friends for about two years now. We met once, right after she broke up with him because I guess she needed to talk to me to achieve closure. I actually think she’s moved on, but of course this is just going by her Facebook and Instagram posts. I mean, who’d know, judging by my posts on social media, that I’m still really, REALLY angry about what happened with Scumface.

I’m over him, but not over the things he did. For example, I’d got him and his best friend tickets for the Metallica concert in KL, but he took Josie, and lied to me about it. The pics of them at the stadium are on Instagram and they made me so angry. I mean, WTF! I’m trying my best to figure it out – like, OK, maybe, she thinks, ‘He was a bastard, but we had good times, and I want to remember those good times’ – OK, fair enough, and Josie seems like the kind of positive and kind person who’d think that way, but … BUT….

For example, I still have pics of many of my exes even though there was some fuckery involved, but in those cases, as in most normal relationships, the fuckery was two sided. If things broke down, if people were mean and there was lots of shouting and tears and bitterness, it was pretty much because we had grown apart, or were just selfish or mean in an ordinary, run-off-the-mill kind of way. There was never pre-conceived, planned fuckery like in the case of Fouad Scumface.

Once the dust had settled, those relationships were still good for memories and experiences. I can shudder and think ‘That was a lucky escape when I think of Ex Boyfriend No. 2, but I can also say he had a brilliant sense of humour and we had some brilliant fun.

But Fouad the Scumface was such a manipulative bag of vile, stinking, rotting shit that even the best times we had, now reek of lies and deception. Why would I want to remember anything I ever did with him? With it? All the ‘good’ times we had, all the ‘good’ times Josie experienced with him, they were at someone else’s  expense – she was fooled, I was fooled, goodness knows who else was fooled. How then could those times possibly count?

Now, if you’re wondering how I know those pics are on Instagram, well, isn’t it obvious? I looked for them. Yeah, so I went looking for trouble, but I’m not going to beat myself up about it. More than two years have passed since the bastard happened, and I’m still processing the experience, I’m still mad as hell  – not all the time, but every few months, I seethe for a bit and then get back to normal.

When I’m mad I send him a text message, cursing him and his family. It doesn’t matter whether or not he receives the messages (surely he’s blocked my number by now) – it helps just to damn him to hell, wish him pain, disease and loneliness.

But yeah, I still want to know why a woman would keep pics of an ex who treated her badly. I don’t think any of the possible reasons listed at the top of this post apply to Josie, but who knows. Maybe I should ask her.

I liked this song when it was first released (many years ago) until I realised what it was about.

Isn’t it creepy that there should be a song written specially (so it seems) to help teenage guys emotionally blackmail their girlfriends into sleeping with them??

The title of the song should really be ‘I don’t care how you feel, I just want a shag’. At least that would be honest.

More Than Words
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It’s not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

Now that I’ve tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don’t ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
‘Cause I’d already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

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