Microcosm Continued

Happy New Years and all that. Exams and other shit caused me to forget about the blog for a while; that and I’m a lazy little shit.

So yes, the microcosm for a faulty youth, I believe that’s where I was last.

I remember sitting in the back, watching, observing the people my age. All were drunk this time of the morning and this made it just that much easier to observe.
From the pool tables to the left, the dance floor to the right, the bar furthest from the door and the seating behind the dance floor there was an impressive collection of glances being thrown between the 4 areas.

The guys at the pool tables were constantly eyeing the girls on the dance floor. What made this interesting was a group of girls on the dance floor; at one point one stopped dancing, eyeing the pool tables and the guys there with their phallic pool cues. Gradually the group of girls as a unit opened up towards the pool tables to a point where not a single back was turned towards that area with its harvest of males. The males grew more interested and their eyes made the journey towards the dance floor with increased frequency. Admiration from afar.

The tallest girl, I remember, kept swinging her hair over her shoulders, dancing all the while with her eyes closed, breasts pushed out, and lips in a slight pout. Her eyes only opened when her head was up straight allowing her a clear view of the pool tables. I sat there imagining what would happen if one of the pool guys walked over to her and straight out asked if she were interested in him. Consider the possibilities of that sort of approach; they’re eyeing each other and both parties are in some way interested in each other. Come to your own conclusions and I’ll share my own a bit later in this post.

We’re all used to seeing sex as an advertising aid but a realization struck me as I sat there that morning. I’m guessing by this time it was around 2 AM to 2:30 AM. Nightclubs are places where girls (or women for that matter) get attention and guys get to imbibe some liquid courage. Alcohol does not change who you are, it BRINGS OUT who you are. Men are sexual creatures, women less so but they like the attention none the less. So here I had a building full of males (drunk) and females (drunk) to study; the males hoping to high hell to get laid and the females not exactly sure what they want but liking what they were getting.

“Microcosm for a faulty youth”. You may ask me, ‘It’s a building full of drunken people. What’s faulty about this?’ Well you see, the faulty comes in that there’s a huge lack of what everyone within the building wants; sex and/or attention. Why the youth? Because the youth is this mass of awkward half adults who aren’t clear in the first place about what they want, and secondly about how to get it, so yes, a faulty youth. You see, after noticing this interplay of the two groups of male and female I started looking around for more examples. There was a different group of girls there, one girl in particular was interesting; she wore a short dress, so tight and short that she was constantly adjusting it but alas comfort was an aloof beast that morning. She was with three other girls, and after a few minutes of observation three guys joined them, they obviously knew each other very well; this group of male and female. The seven of them danced for a short time before retreating to a table. Further observation led me to conclude, of course, that all three guys were extremely interested in three of the girls in the group. Maddeningly the girls did not seem to share this sentiment in regards to the guys. The body language told all, the girls all had their backs focused towards the guys and their eyes were everywhere but on the unfortunate males. The males constantly tried to engage the females; they were rewarded with short answers and placed in the background thereafter.

This is where I decided to test my theory; I kept my eyes locked on one of the girls, obviously not the most beautiful of the group but attractive none the less. To have focused on the prettiest (Short tight dress) meant an automatic decrease in responsiveness since I don’t exactly fit the picture of traditional manly beauty. The one I focused on met my eyes and looked away; I looked slightly to one side and noted that her eyes kept returning to me. She wasn’t interested in one of the guys at the table, but… the second prettiest one at the table also liked the attention she got from me. Attention she got from afar.

So obviously something is wrong with this picture. Guys unsuccessfully hunting sex, and girls feeding off of attention gotten from afar? Yes this is faulty, very faulty. So here is the microcosm I’ve presented you with. Let’s indulge in some imaginative and idealistic thinking. Imagine this microcosm in our society. Ok? Now remove from the picture ALL thought of rape, violence, STDs, AIDS and the fear of impregnation.
Ok, can you imagine a nightclub where no girl has to fear being raped? Where sex with a stranger has NO chance of giving you a disease? Where sex is without consequence? Imagine it.
Ok, now consider our microcosm again with this idealistic attribute attached to it. A guy wants sex, a girl wants attention. A guy walks up to a girl and tells her he finds her extremely attractive and would be honoured if she were to help him satisfy his cravings. She feels flattered that her fucking tight and uncomfortable dress has lured someone willing to pay homage to her. She accepts his offer and they adjourn to a suitable place to dance the dance; a satisfactory arrangement for both parties.

“But what about monogamy!” you yell.
You need to find someone to be monogamous with before you can practise it. Married couples very rarely were first loves. Unless it was arranged… but this is beside the point.

Our real world microcosm has these fears attached to it. So what happens now? Guys have to work very hard to get girls and they end up not caring who they take home and what they often take home are girls who are so easy to take home because they have tainted pasts or other problems(applicable to guys as well). So in our real world microcosm those who practise indiscriminately are assholes and sluts and the ones who don’t practise out of fear are… frustrated and they go back regularly and get drunk and look and hunt and hunger. Who wins?

Our idealistic microcosm does not have these fears and thus you’d have a population of very happy people. I know many of you are yelling: “Sin! Heathenism! Promiscuity!” Fuck you if you haven’t figured out that I’m describing two extremes here you idiot.

Neither extreme is good. The problem is that we’re stuck with this one extreme in our Western culture and I believe that it extends over a large part of Eastern culture as well. Cultures who practise our idealistic extreme are also faulty because STDs, pregnancy, poverty and so on is prevalent. The point is that either extreme is bad and cultures practicing either cause unnecessary suffering for them. Individuals practising either extreme are in danger of causing themselves harm.

There’s a statistic, high income families have 2.5 children and low income families have 7 plus children worldwide. Two extremes, how do we balance this out? By educating ourselves and making a conscious effort to NOT BE A DUMBFUCK!