From: v119qkv2@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (POE)
Newsgroups: alt.romance
Subject: Re: Attention Advice Givers (ie HELP)
Date: 9 Nov 92 21:11:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
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In article <7NOV199217534560@stars.gsfc.nasa.gov>, casey@stars.gsfc.nasa.gov (Sean Casey GSFC (301)286-4558) writes...
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>>>A relationship is not a car. You don't steer it, you lead it. You should
>>>have an idea of which direction you want the relationship to go so that
>>>you can gently nudge it that way.
>>>
>>I love all these verbs;  relationships are not to be "pushed," "steering,"
>>"floating," "leading," and "nudging."  Just what are we trying to accomplish?
>> 
>>Whatever happened to letting Nature take its course?
>> 
>>Cheryl
> 
>Isn't this the difference between men and women. Men are entrusted with 
>the responsibility of taking charge in a relationship. In particular,
>it's men that always (ah, mostly) make the first move. Women, on the other
>hand, assume a passive role and take or refuse offers as they come.
>I don't think nature has a course in regard to relationships. It's
>only from the female perspective that "pushing" and "nudging" seem
>un-unatural. 
> 
>SC  

	Come boys and girls, gather around and let me tell you a story.  Once 
upon a time, there was a very caring monk who had a wonderful plan that would
help all the needy people in the world.  However, to put his plan into action,
the monk needed 47 million dollars.  Unfortunately, our poor monk had no such
fortune.  But did he despair?  Goodness no!  He prayed to God so that he may
win the lottery so he could help all the needy people in the world.  He prayed
and prayed and waited and waited, but no lottery did win he.  Alas, the all the
needy people in the world remained needy, and the very caring monk died.
	Because this monk was a very caring monk, he went to heaven.  When in 
heaven, the very caring monk said to God, "Oh, why was I not permitted to win
the lottery and help all the needy people in the world?". "I prayed and prayed
and waited and waited, but no lottery did win I.  Why, oh why?" he said with a
tear in his eye.  And God responded, "You stoopeed eediot!  You would have won
the steenkin' lottery eef you only had bothered to buy a feelthy teecket, you
bloated sack of protoplasm!"
	And the moral of this story?  God has a voice a lot like that of Ren
Hoek :-).  No, no, no.  What we are trying to accomplish, dear Cheryl, is a
little something called happiness.  When we are miserable and unhappy, we seek
happiness.  This is called "the pursuit of happiness".  Since we do not live
forever (sorry to be the one to break the news to you :-) ), we would like to
achieve and experience happiness and bliss as soon as possible.  Misery and wo
are undesireable and are to be avoided at all costs.  Therefore, I suggest
we leave things like continental drift and evolution to nature, and stop waiting
and praying to win the lottery like the very caring monk.  Instead, let's take
our own lives and destinies into our own hands and determine our own fates.  
To quote Reebok, "Life is short, so play hard".  Happy, happy.  Joy, joy. :-)

Mike Poe (who is feeling quite sarcastic today ;-) )