The cheese comparison

 X: -You are all the same!

 Y: -What do you mean?

 X:-You all want power, status, stability!

 Y:"-Don’t you?

 X: "-Oh, come on, of course yes, but not like that..

 Y: -Like what?
 X:-Like you'd..

And the lines continue flowing unless she stops. Yes,  it was indeed a man-woman conversation. Let me tell it my way.

Once upon a time, in the land where “no” means “yes” and “yes” means “no” and it is not Bulgaria,  where the sky is not always blue because she took all the blue to herself, and where grass shouldn’t be stepped on by everyone, cause status should ,indeed, be gained in very interesting ways, according to some, there lives our beloved character Cheese. Cheese was a beautiful young, energetic, quintessential, outgoing character who has just felt the need of taking a stroll around the beautiful, lavender field. There she was, our lovely character wandering as if liberty forgot to lock its doors.

On the other side of the field lives Wineoildka, a rugged, continuously grumbling character, with an incredible urge of destroying what’s called a „good mix of salad” . But he wasn’t lonely in town. Oh, no, no sir. There is Merlotloilnskaia and Cotnarioilnskaia and Slaninkaia. The three of them had different tasts and saveur. Cheese wasn’t the only character of this type either. There was Brie, a famous French rooted character, Camembert, Gruyere, a Swiss famous cheese, Urda, a Romanian, saulty, solid, possesive type. One thing that neither Wineoildka, Merlotloilnskaia, Cotnarioilnskaia or Slaninskaia didn’t understand was that they cannot make a smooth tasty-mix of salad due to the different characteristics of their  ingredients. For example, our character here, in front of whom I deeply bow, Brie, is a picky, squeamish soul, impossible to be mixed with Slaninskaia. Imposiblitando. No way. So, here comes Slaninskaia starting criticizing Brie. Too fat, too picky, expensive etcetera, etcetera. You make you mix.

Now, landing back on this planet where Brie is not a daily cheese and Merlotoilveinskaia takes a bit of courage to be tasted, let’s uncript the mesage here.

Cheese is us, women. All the other names are men. I mixed up names of wine, vodka and oil. Merlot-oil-Stalinskaia or Slainina-Stalinskaia to make a clear comparison of things. Maybe not my best choices, but it is indeed plastic metaphor.

You cannot say she’s not good enough, make unuseful generalization regarding a certain „Brie”. No, monsieur. Brie, available for you too, cherie. If you make a small investigation you’ll see that you have no solid standpoint  and no solid arguments. Also, there’s no such thing as Merlotloilnskaia. Wine, oil and vodka shouldn’t under any circumstances be mixd. Probably Jamie knows best. Don’t try to hide in the back of some modern wave of saying women are bla, bla, in a word, materialistic. Don’t you need status? Don’t you need stability? Or someone to whom you can speak while, let’s say, look in their eyes without biting your lips nervously thinking the’re are 5 minutes left until the metro comes? Or, let’s say, some it-doesn’t-matter-what-food-to-put-on-the-table things for your inside house pet-children? Huh?

I am not stating the're aren’t any materialistic women. But try to stop conforming yourself with www  ideas and superificial gossip stuff. Build a mind. Ask yourself if it’s how things actually are. And next time when you talk to somome on this type of topics, not women and men stuff, no, but debatebale things, think it over. Is Tv talking? Is www talking? Is it your life experience? Is your principles talking, if there are any? Who talks when you talk?

P.S

You- first person out of 7 billion

This is me not writing. Because if I argue why and how I ended up writing,  people would roll up their eyes saying I’m like no special at all. Yet, even for me, “me” is  a fluid concept. You will discover me through this. You can judge what I write. You can gossip what I do. Fine by me. But I know that in the end, you’ll put a smile on your face, unfrown, fix your eyes on my picture and say: “That’s my girl!” and you’ll be asking yourself if you could do this.

 Don’t ponder too long. My answer for you all out there is “yes”. You can do everything you want as long as it’s up to the rules of the Word. Yes, I am talking about you, out there in the world, creating, being on someone’s person lips. Exciting, right? With faith you can, believe me,  move the mountains. Ask for it to your right, to your left, but the answer will, in the end, come from the sky, as we all consider it is, from He Who has created you. Mark says “therefore I say to you, whatever things you ask when you pray, believe that you receive them, and you will have the.”

This might be me. Or not. But I am sure that this is who I am for He created me.

As you can see,  there are many you’s. It’s because you are important for someone and especially for your Father. You are number one for Him out of almost 7 billion people. You.