The Fallacy of Human Romance

The Fallacy of Human Romance

'She was a seductress like no other

Poised, agile, stealthy.  The pinnacle of predators of all nature ever conceived.

As a man, I'm her superior 

She recognizes this inescapable indignity to her pride but has adapted to suit her needs.

The desire to hunt burns in her soul 

Small Beatles and spiders are no match.  Capturing and conquering them feeds her inner beast, but the lack of challenge leaves her restless.

She stares at birds often, out the window

I can see both the intrigue, and definitiveness in her eyes as they fly by, flaunting the unobtainable.

She has decided to reject this

Nothing is unobtainable to her.  She believes nature created the unobtainable, so she could emerge a conquerer.

''I'm a flightless bird, in some sense of perspective.  

Though I don't fly, I've mastered the art of intrigue.

I see the felines yearning to capture me, but it only rouses my playful spirit to taunt them.  They can't have me and I'm fearless in this confidence.  

For though I don't fly, I do fly; they want me because they can't have me, they can't have me because I'm unobtainable.

'''She began to grow restless

It reflected in her attitude increasingly with the days passing.  No more jumping on the armrest and rubbing against me with that false, blissful buzzing.

Her desire to manipulate me to ensure I continue to feed and care for her has waned.  With it, the fact that she clearly doesn't respect me as her master stands boldly.

She is the master, she will have what she wants

It's only my compliance with her belief that grants me the decency of her pretending I'm the boss whom she adores.

Her attitude is too much, and has endured far too long for my patience.

I decide she can start going outside.

She quickly returns to my affectionate subordinate.

''As I sing my morning song with my brothers, I see her beneath the tree staring at me.  

Her eyes pierce me

I'm somewhat in awe of her.  She's unlike any creature I've seen.

Though she yearns to kill me, I find her enchanting.  Every move she makes is deliberate.  She's gorgeous, admirable in many ways.

Though there are hundreds of us that come here every morning.  Her  stone sharp stare never breaks away from me.

Why is she so fascinated with me 

In a way, as the days pass, I find myself drawn toward her.

It's the loyalty that gets me.

I'm far too playful to forget her now.  I've always been an adrenaline junky, as are all birds.

I desire to impress her, but also to tease her.  To let her get close, and then show her my magnificence as I swiftly escape.

I'm an angel, I can't be captured.  Of this I'm certain.

'''I must say, it's amusing watching her play outside.  

Admittedly, I should have let her out much sooner.

She's much happier then living indoors could have ever allowed.

If I had to guess, I'd say that all the time she spends sharpening her skills grows her confidence.

She's come a long way from that first day 

Watching her awkwardly sprint at different creatures, having no chance at all.  I laughed the first few times.

For a creature that has mastered seduction and manipulation, I find it odd that my laughter evokes a genuine since of embarrassment in her.

It's quite clear to see she despises being laughed at.

Today she captured her first bird.

Left it on the doorstep as a present I suppose.

Maybe that's just me falling for her as I always do.

Surely she left it as a trophy, and means of showing off.  She possesses no kindness.

Though she would never see it that way.

''I'm quite surprised to see so many other birds in the underworld.  

For creatures that God gave the power of flight to, it's quite the enigma how so many of us have been captured on the ground.

I admit, my heart is broken

It's not as though I was delusional of her intent to kill me

It's just that, I suppose I had expected that even if she could accomplish such a ridiculous feat, that the moment would have come with a climax of some sort.

I know I'm not making sense

It's just very disturbing to envision it now that the bubble of my imaginative, foolish romanticism has burst.

There was nothing special about me, and there was no ecstasy in giving myself to her.

She simply, did it for sport.

Flung my wretched body around as though it was a game, killing me slowly.

Careless of me entirely, and engulfed only in her deepest desires fulfillment.

I played with her many times and escaped successfully.

Her loyalty, attrition, and what I began to view as, ability to forgive, was my downfall.

I built her up in my mind as something she wasn't.

I began to think she wanted me to get away, that we were both playing, I often wondered if she would even actually harm me.

That's why I allowed myself to be caught

She convinced me we were compatible.  That our goals were aligned.  We were a team, it was our thing.

Surely I could never have been deceived by any earthly creature.

Her ability to manipulate me was hidden in her ability to manipulate herself.  

Truly, the thoughts and ideas I believed to be true, I most certainly wasn't wrong in believing.  

She did feel that way, we were aligned.  

She possesses the ability to deceive all, because she is able to deceive herself.  

I'm absolutely positive our relationship grew to a point where we had fun together, both of us.  I saw the sincerity in her, it was unmistakable.

Then, just when I trusted her enough to finally give myself entirely...

She snapped back into her primitive desire and satisfied the burning flames I once saw in her eyes when they first met mine.

She carelessly murdered me and didn't think twice about it.

I hear she's set her sights on a squirrel now.  

I feel pity for him, I feel disgust toward her, and yet all at the same time I'm jealous.  What a terrible error of nature I've witnessed.

'''Many months have passed and me and my girlfriend have gotten quite serious.

It's funny, I never would have thought her my type and only intended to be friends.

They say that's how love always goes.

We just got engaged last week.

I never thought I'd get married, but when u know, u know.  

I know she loves me and won't ever leave me.

I'm a bit sad though, because, well, she's allergic to cats.

I told her that me and my princess are best friends and she has to deal with it.  She's been pressing the issue for months.

I do feel bad, it's clear that she doesn't feel well in the summer time especially, when the hair begins to shed.

I always said that I'd never get rid of that cat.. but what kind of fool could be so selfish and inconsiderate of his soon to be wife.

She's my best friend, but my wife will be my wife, and her needs come first.  They have to if this is going to work.

So I suppose the grown up, manly thing to do is give her a cat free home, something she has long thought unobtainable in my persistent refusal.  

I find a little comfort upon meditating the reality that as long as I find her a good home, where she is well fed, and able to play outside....

She likely won't really care

I'd like to think she'll miss me, but all she'll really miss is the comfort of her normal.

Once she adjusts, no thought of me will cross her mind.

This is just how she's designed.  

I've accepted it.  I still love her.

Just because I'm a mere man, weak and insufficient to supply myself of all I need without the affections of another, that doesn't make her the bad guy.

She's independent and fully evolved.  

'She's mastered her habitat and those who inhabit it.

She's also mastered herself.

What other creature has learned to deceive themselves in ways so advantageous?

She views through a lens that only increases her esteem, and seduces all in accordance with the prospective benefits she can gain.

Sure, she's selfish.  True, she doesn't realize it.  But, how could you fault such a creature?

If only men could find the resolve to cling to that ability, rather than lose it as they age.

That's if they ever find that ability at all of course, many never do.

Those that do though, in all cases I've seen, have eventually folded and sacrificed it to their detriment.

It's a good thing cats aren't people.  Surely as the years of time passed on and on, we would one day find ourselves enslaved by them.

Traded as nothing more than mere...

Play toys.

 

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