She asked what I think about women.
Women has small brains, while man have bigger brains.
To the ignorant that might sound like an insult to women.
Truthfully, it’s a huge compliment.
It’s why they have various intelligences that allow them to not only grow but to also give birth to another human being.
If you won’t fully understand this spectacle unless you had the honor of being present when this miracle of an event called birthing takes place.
There are these brain “pathways” that carry messages from one point to another, all within the brain.
The less distance it takes the message to reach its destination via these neural pathway, the faster your thinking is.
Fast thinking, usually equates to a higher form of intelligence.
Women are more intelligent than men.
This makes them the superior species.
Like David used to say, “If you can’t beat them with strength, beat them with intellect.”
Men think like draughts players. Women are chess players.
It’s always a mind game with them.
Always ten steps ahead of you.
There’s a whole world of thinking when it comes to them.
They feel more than men do and this makes them more grounded and more spiritual than men.
A powerful combination which also influences their way of thinking.
Their perception is of life is a wealth of information that makes an information junkie like myself tremble from the craving.
This makes women more attractive to me.
They intuitively know things I would have to do research on.
My thinking is very linear.
Theirs is broad.
I used to have debt that’s been following me for the longest of time, but the advice I got from this one lady allowed me to settle over 80% of the accounts I had in less than 12 months.
With what I thought wasn’t enough income to achieve such a feat.
I thought it was the end of the world when my daughter was diagnosed, until I connected with another lady who raised a child with hydrocephalus, until his passing at a very young age.
The strength I adopted from her story allowed me to be open with finding ways on being an accelerant when it came to my baby’s early intervention and to not be barrier towards her improving well-being.
In my preschooling years, my aunt used to take me along to the library so she can use the time to study for university and finding constructive ways to keep me busy.
Unconsciously introducing me to the world of books, which I used to pass the time with.
Another introduced me to “The Secret,” which heavily influenced my life choices.
And then there’s one I value above all else, has managed to bring my Cancerian-ass out of my shell, and raise my daughter to the healthy baby she currently is.
Women are equipped with speaking skills from a young age.
Which is a gift that allows them to even predict the outcome of most communications.
Engaging conversation is something I lack and there’s a world of teachers out there, which I can learn from.
That’s where my fascination is with women.
And what I lack in communication skill, I make up with flirting.
I think it’s an insecurity thing.
“They will like me more” kind of thing, if I flirt.
They would be more at ease if I have a pleasing personality, maybe.
Like the jester was to kings and queens of all, being seen as a significant peasant in their eyes, fulfills one of my basic human needs.
A need I need fulfilled to feel as if I exist.
A person can do so far to get noticed by someone, anyone.
End up wondering how green the grass really is on the other side.