im better than you...

can YOU smell with your mouth?
do YOU have eyes in the back of your head?
are YOU an athletic couch potato?
can YOU campaign for women's suffrage by taking away women's rights?
can YOU ransack a room without stepping foot into it?
can YOU sleep while you are awake?
can YOU wink with both eyes open?
can YOU cut your fingers off while keeping your fingers intact?

I think not.
and that is why I am better than you.

heh heh. my very own words. no copy cats!

Lightning Bringer

The storm pounds down around me. Bloated drops of water strike the stone I stand on. Smaller drops then arc away, spraying me with more liquid. My bare feet are slipping off the stone. Not slowly that I plunge into the rough, angry ocean without seeing what I came to see.I strain my eyes to see through the darkness, waiting for that brief flash of light. The cymbal crash of thunder warns me first. Then, the spear of electricity tears open the sky. When it hits the ocean, you can see the bubbling, sizzling water. My one true fear is dizzyingly close. Seconds later, the harsh, acidic smell crawls up my nose, stinging it. When I close my eyes can still see the flash of light. Then the instant darkness I am plunged into.My feet have frozen with fear. I probably would have fallen off with the next wave that hit my perch, if they hadn't already been hanging on for dear life.My toes feel scraped raw, gripping the stone with all they've got.

Resisting the urge to run takes all of my willpower. I won't leave though, not until I see what I came here for.When the biggest bolt hits, i get a quick, fleeting glimpse. Standing on a rock that no one can get to in this weather, is a figure. That figure is here each time a storm blows through. When I see it, lightning seems to emerge from it. This time though, the figure turns. For the first time, I see the real face of the figure. it is obviously a boy, no one that lives here though. He seems very well built, but his face is really what captures my eye. High cheek bones hold up his deeply tanned skin. I am envious of that, being snow white pale. His hair is a light brown with dark blonde streaks here and there.
From the distance I am at, the eyes stand out the most. They are beautiful, stunning even. They are so pale that they seem to glow in the harsh, burning light. If I was closer, they might be such a pale blue that they are almost translucent. They widen, in what looks to be surprise. It shocks me because I have been coming here for about the past 4-6 thunder storms. The light is then extinguished and the darkness consumes me. the only sound to be heard is the soft pitter-patter of rain as it slowly comes to a halt.

Marriage counseling

I’ve been told by my marriage counselor to step into my wife’s shoes. So now I am wearing 3 inch heeled red pumps. They are a very fashionable accessory and of the brand: Gucci. How do I know this? I seem to have growing interest in women’s Prada, and during these researching sessions, I come across many styles, these shoes included. However, despite the pure beauty of the godly shoes, my feet are killing me. On the bright side, she has to wear those pinchy-toed shoes.

But then my delight is ruined, for at that precise moment, my wife exclaims,
“These are really comfortable!” Shoot! I knew I should have worn those too tight shoes! Good thing I don’t have to wear the red halter dress as well. Though I do seem to be having an attraction towards the dress… But that’s beside the point. The point is, strangely enough, that I’m enjoying this! I get to wear heels without getting weird looks.

Why am I even here? If my wife would just throw out some of her endless supply of shoes and me the rest of the closet space, we wouldn’t be planning to file a divorce in marriage counseling right now! How ironic. How odd. How weird… filing a divorce in marriage counseling!

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It has been week after our first counseling session. I know must step into my wife’s clothes. Halter top, here I come…

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The weekly counseling sessions have really been the light of my life. I dress in womanly attire regularly, now. I wonder what next week’s session will hold for me…

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