Homo sapiens

The first intuitions about people usually don’t go wrong. It is just that if we don’t listen to our heart we will regret later. The philosophy that runs around is so confusing, like some painted drama.. and yet the reality is so deeply hidden among them.
I feel like trusting that seems seemingly bad and running away from all that which seems seemingly good.

The ‘actually good’ people don’t take any extra effort in portraying themselves good. These days when I hear some guy calling himself as ‘good’ I note down in my mind that he is the least trustable one . It gets very confusing at times to make out who is genuine and who is not. In a world where we need to deal with a lot of people , i wonder how it is possible to be out of all the meshes of traps out there.

Men are of different types and yet they fall into two categories as far as I know – Complete and incomplete. The complete ones are stable . They don’t care about what others think . They are themselves – be it good or bad in other’s eyes. The non-flirts for whom technology , drinks , cigarrates, movies …….exist. Girls are jst another one in the long list ranging from daily affairs to technology and automobiles .
The incomplete ones know they are incomplete and they keep hiding , pretending , faking and imitating. For them anything else other than women are just a means of either showing off or hiding from women. The incomplete ones make deliberate efforts to be good.They imitate the complete to seem to be a loving caring complete man.
The incomplete and complete men fall under the bigger umbrella of Men which is universally the same with big small differences.

Women as far as I know cannot be classified into any finite categories. Every new woman I meet has a characteristic unique to them—Their secrets are unique , their reactions are unique , their attitudes are unique. But basically (whether they are or not ) most women want to look good or justified. They will try to attach a justification for everything seemingly crazy to others. The craziness and justifications are infinite .
But yet as per the IT terms if you should do a root cause analysis of all the infinite types of women – they still possess 70% characteristics common which are collectively termed as ‘girlishness’.
The rule of ‘acting good’ applies to women much more than what I initially thought it does. In varying proportions of danger and innocence this ‘acting good’ exists. Let me choose to leave them alone because most of my discoveries are bitter truths potential to wreck many happy relations. So I better not speak of them .
I always have a ‘justified’ soft corner for women and I have a feeling that if you take out the small lil unique differences of a woman she becomes as rough and stale like a man. What is the meaning in existing with no emotions ? What is the point in being without feeling – That’s my own justification of what I believe.

And about the seemingly uncaring , seemingly out of the way women – they are not as bad as I thought they were . They have more innocence in them than the ones who are branded innocent.

Ironically I find more goodness in who are thought of as bad. May be MTs interpretation of Perumthachan and Chandu are not just filaments of his imaginations. – May be they are true.

However ,tt is difficult to generalize human behavior and there are always exceptions. – I agree.

My concepts about people keep changing . I keep rediscovering the same person. I rediscover the same truths .

People are like undiscovered planets and galaxies in the universe . We keep finding new specimens. It is the people that puzzle me the most – this wide infinite spectrum of human behavior, this constantly fluctuating yet seemingly stable human personalities , the conveniently twisted and covered believes and faiths…….. It is amazing .

Adding one more thought : Never has my first time impressions of people gone wrong. With some people I get the feeling ‘Either they are too good or real bad’ . Most times I have tried to see them good . I wanted to believe in the theory that people are good basically. But behind smiling faces and convincing words I have seen blood stained fangs.
There is no thumb rule to remain unhurt . It is the bruises that write the first verses of wisdom. It is the bruises that are reliable and true.

I choose to forgive them. I owe them the pay for a lesson I wouldn’t have got in any books. In any case : I have the choice to be strong , I have the choice to be myself and I have my choice to not to give up . And that choice is hard earned and I have the choice not to lose it.