Girl Talk

Here’s a snippet of a conversation I had last night with my friend/shrink/ka-brokeback/shock absorber…Ruby. Upon reading my blog she commented that I write what I say. I’m gonna prove her wrong I’m gonna write about what she & I said

Me: I just realized that I keep going on and on about not having met a real man yet…that I’m so sick of boys but I never bothered to ask myself if I’m already a woman. So what do you think? Am I woman or still a girl? Ruby: Honestly? Not yet in the real sense…but getting there. The mere fact that you’re asking is a mark that you’re almost there.

Me: So, when can one consider herself a woman?

Ruby: I don’t profess that I’m already one but I think it’s when we start taking responsibility for our actions, refraining from acting on impulse & think first of it’s effect not just on us but also to those around us. When we begin to realize that the world doesn’t revolve around us & there are greater concerns in the world & when we become more patient & forgiving.

Me: Bravo! Pang-Ms.Universe na answer! I just thought of it coz I met someone…he’s a year younger but he seems mature. I think a met a man this time…

Ruby: I’ve heard that line before …I think that’s how you described F___(my ex)

Me:I think it’s different this time & I’m not making him a prospect (yet). He just makes sense. Anywayz, back to being a woman…so if we base being a woman on your definition then I think only Mother Teresa is the only woman ever!?

Ruby: Hahaha you’re being cynical! At least Mother Teresa proved to us that it is still possible to be woman in the real sense of the word

Me: Meaning the real essence of being a woman is equivalent to being a saint? Possible but rare? Hehehe

Ruby: That’s why women are special. We should aim to be one. What about our mothers? They are women just by putting up with their children.

Me: Can I aim to be a boy then? Or woman-child like in those novels? Sounds like man-whore hehehe

Ruby: You better stop reading those novels. I think it only brought ruin to our love lives.

Me: Hey I stopped reading them for quite some time. I can’t even remember the last romance novel I read. I think it was the want you lent me about the novice who was married to a knight and became a sex slave?

Cut. The rest of the conversation involved whips, bondage, asphyxiation, pain and torture…I’m talking about sainthood and martyrdom of course

 

Being a woman…I’m working on it to be worthy of that man NAH no man’s worthy of all that effort…well i’ll work on it just for me.