Were are the real men?

I ask myself this question and understand. They want us to be the
cowboys, and live in stereotypes. To do things that nobody wants to.
We have an idea, or want to live a certain way, everyone is upset that
we "think outside the box", or attempt to calculate
differently.

I hear that question. "Where are the real men". They expect
us to "dress ourselves up", and pretend to be men. It is
like when we were kids. The little boy I was would pick up something,
just to make myself look educated or smart, but father
would be like "you have to get stuff you enjoy". Then I see
the same thing, a little kid pick up stuff to make himself look
anything that is not girly, just to impress daddy. See how quick he
moves. We were all fools.

The biggest foolishness is that our fathers thinks we are idiots. When
our fathers are not doing right outside of groveling
not to get a parking ticket. Pretend there is no union and there
fellow employees are going to be fired, when in reality they are the
ones who do not get the deal, and still lose out. Have there
supervisory taken away more then once for yelling at an employee or
being verbally abusive towards them, thinking they would take the
abuse. Further more even taking abuse from an employer ( boss ), and
bringing that negative energy home. Only to create a domestic dispute
which turns into a 911 call. Even worst? "Citizen X". And we
are idiots?

What I find is the lack of education from around the nation itself. It
is more about, "be scared and live a depressing life,
doing something, only to be that person who supports there children in
their endeavors, when you did not have that
opportunity" or even better "accept death, because that is
what they have been taught". Your life is meaningless and
might as well be a human-vibrator, walking-debit-card, and a human
shield for some scum-yuppie who probably enjoyed
your wife, daughter, sister, mother, aunty, even more then you will
ever. That is the "stigmatization" we are reduced to.
Just an abortion-away for some pugly woman, and your not even her
first or last. A tool to be used, without any reason
of recovery. Like that work-horse in "Animal-Farm" having to
watch as his hard work goes up in a blaze of insanity.

I guess we all should accept "stupid", and live the ole
"all the worlds a stage" despite knowing more then anybody
else.
Despite knowing any truth at all. Like drinking watered down liquor,
when the real stuff is just as worthless, and probably
even more available.

That cruel silence when you realize your the life of the party and
nobody wants to celebrate or cares about anything you
are or do. Only to get angry when you have to tell them to "get
off my property" and that is not to your neighbor or stranger but
the same family that raised you. I find more joy in strangers then I
do of my own flesh. Is that wrong?
Meanwhile walking you have to see all the morons who are filled with
hate towards you, jealous of you, that they live
in fear of you, and would rather not see you, because they know not
what you experience but what imaginative ideas
they have about you. They breath, brood, and live in fear, like pigs
inside of a pen covered in there own filth. They are
angry at you not for knowing but for what you do not show them. That
is to achieve a look that is false, and amuse
there imaginations.