Girls

I've always wondered: what would the world be without girls? Assuming that we men can procreate ourselves of course so as to preserve our species. What would motivate us men at that point in time? Arguably we're lazy as is, but without a component of love or relational ecstasy to look forward to, what possible reason do we have to strive to get that top tier job, or that athletic body, or that man-stache?

Short answer? Other than the basic need for survival, none. Girls are what enliven this world, the feminine pink on an altogether red painting, they ease our pain, sympathize with our plights, carry their cheerfullness and beauty everywhere they go. They're the ones who call you after you've fallen without even being asked, they're the ones who comfort the sick and soak up the evil, they're they ones who don't fight with their fists but with their words. They are, in most respects - not only an eternal motivator but a much needed balancing component of sanity in this morally insane world.

Some other duties which have been neglected at this point used to include cleaning, cooking, chores, and the like as well - damn feminists.

But it's girls more than guys that I enjoy hanging around, they're never loud, they're always receptive and just preserve this sense of being which whollely transcends the seemingly perpetual hostility in this world.

This girl I met today for example, would liven this activity, she seemed so sweet with her cute smile and energetic prose, one can't help but feel the years peel away back to childhood when they're around such influences.

Alas, I am war hardened, I have fought, nearly killed, nearly died, suffered everyday, and achieved a state of complete and total mental hell.... and yet.

Why do I persist?

Girls..