NOT LIKE ANY OTHER
I am a prince in the meeting of spartans.
Screaming, Shouting, Chivalry, and all the testosterone overflowing in this hall where im at.. or should I say I just got out of. I hate the feeling of dumbness and craziness in the atmosphere in a pack of iliterate wolves trying to be glorious with one another. I am none of a warrior.. I dont scream and shout for manly purposes and I dont compete for uplifting the morale of men in a competition where all the contestants are men.
What would be the sense of that?!…
Justified if its for fun.. but for me it ain’t fun.
I am more of a listener.. an idealist… not a roaring tin can who can give its aluminum body as a shield.
I guess my definition and own representation of a man is rarely different than many, a lot, an aweful lot… sometimes I think that’s sad but I think it is a rare gift of personality.