Men are oppressors? Crap. It's the patriarchy inside that binds you to see manifolds before giving a statement. Men are human. Who are you? A human. A mere human. The most evolved creature— the human. International Men's Day. Men-y people has men-y opinions. But I am not feeling like writing very high of men, nor to curse men. I don't want to write about how men should be, how men are burdened and all that, either. I don't want to be hypocritic to myself because maybe I become a reason or a victim to all these human issues, someday.
My economics book start with this statement that demand is the willingness to buy a product backed by purchasing power of the buyer keeping in view the price of the product and other related goods. In our day to day life, we continuously expect some things or the others. I like to do makeup. I expect my face, lipstick, eyeliner etc., to be perfect. Some may expect makeup to abolish. But we expect, no matter what. No matter if it's possible or not, but we keep expecting. A heartbroken human may say not to expect but alas, he also expects that. Such a perennial thing.
My friends were discussing what they expect from a man to be their life partner. The characteristics were very funny and light, mostly matching to the person they like or their crush. But yeah, understanding and caring are most basic yet deep reasons ever. Even a lesbian would want them in their partner. So it's not about a man. Are you wondering what are my expectations? Well, my point one is, the person must be able to be vulnerable to me. That's how I can look into a real person. They were like, oh then you will be dating at first, huh? Well to be very honest, I am not quite acquainted with all these terms. But achieving that closeness is a journey in itself. Moreover, the question of life, duty and commitment is coming, so we should learn how to mingle and be that much attached in the long run, and keep running. Nobody holding back one another. And then, I want him to be mature both financially and emotionally. Must be able to handle when my pocket and heart break.
You know, I think very high of my father on some days. I should. He had gone beyond his comfort zone and breaking the limit of his financial status, he had given me every possible things in their best form. But when at the end of the day, when he tells me something, or overreacts, I revert back and scream. This is the thing humans are up to. Expecting, skipping, playing, skipping and the cycle continues.
