HonesT ExpressioN true to the Heart

    Over the last ei8ht weeks, i have patronized more bars then i have the previous eight years...lets call that "research".  Granted the dominating purpose was to reconnect with old friends, as well as, meet new acquaintances...success on both accounts.  There are plenty of reasons as to why i never frequented those sort of establishments in the past.  Lets start with-->  

Unsavory/sleazy characters, potentially unkempt situations, muddled and disheveled infestations of ill deeds, decrepit health ....grungy, nasty, filth induced states (did i cover everything that could go wrong?)...someones mother once told me that nothing good ever happens past midnight.

Nonetheless, i have succumb to my own inhibitions on that matter all in the good name of "research"...

     As i sit on these bar stools, elbow to elbow with drunk obnoxiousness...i can't help but wonder where is this road leading people down and why?  One by one i can see all these women beautiful (in their own right) floating amongst a sea of testosterone (at least the smarter ones are wearing life jacket).  Lets call it what it really is...people are fishing.  Some people that fish are excellent at casting a line, others are patient enough to wait out periods of drought, some get lucky and cast at the "right" spot...and the top flight fisherman/woman can real anything in.  All of this is Simply Stated within a complex vortex of chaotic action...

   Where am i going with this?  Watching how nice all the women look, you can tell that most (if not all) have taken their due diligence in assembling their attire for the evening...they all look magnanimous...i am an observant fellow but i doubt that i am the only one noticing.

This fault occurred decades ago...when little girls were raised to be darling and delightful...taught to catch your eye.  As women, they become alluring, attractive charming and enchanting, gracious and exhilarating (you get the point).  A woman will shop at four, five, six stores (if need be more), to find the perfect pair of shoes that go with that knockout sleek dress (how CHIC)...who cares if the shoes are uncomfortable and hurt like hell?right?  As long as she looks the role, and that role is hot!  How fair is that...some jack down the bar spent less then four minutes showering, two minutes to dress (i think that the sox are mismatched), slapped on some cheap cologne...out the door.His beer belly juts out just enough to notice...it truly is a shame that we live in such a judgmentally based hypocritical society.  Maybe people should hold themselves accountable to a higher standard of social incorporation with their peers.  This is not to blame nor shame,but rather alert the consciousness to state of existence that can truly make one happy...rather then torture yourself in those sharp shoes...expression can occur in more ways then just by visual means (after all we have at least four more senses)!

-inspired by poetess Kate Makkai pretty (loud little words)