"Pandora had a jar which she was not to open under any circumstance. Impelled by her natural curiosity, Pandora opened the jar, and all evil contained escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the lid, but the whole contents of the jar had escaped, except for one thing which lay at the bottom, and that was Hope. "
"What is done cannot be undone." Macbeth: Shakespeare
Since the beginning of time, women have gotten a bad rap. From Adam blaming Eve for "forcing" him to bite the apple, to Pandora being blamed for all of the evil in the world, women have constantly been taking the rap for "the downfall of man."
Me, being a total expert at spinning issues like a Fox News anchor, would like to pose the question: Who is more at fault? The men who create the evil, or the women who expose it?
In 2011 the struggle continues. Pandora's box still exists, only now it is in the form of a handheld electrical device made by some assembly worker in a dirty Japanese warehouse. A man's cellphone. Wherein lies some of the Earths most evil, vulgar, sinister secrets.
It's often said that in a relationship, you should have 100% trust in the other person. To the people that say that, I challenge you to find a cell phone, and totally fight the urge to do a quick "cell scroll". Just a little peeksee. Just a little dibble dabble into the life of another person.
Even if its a total strangers cell phone, that innate nosiness. That natural urge for a little peek in someone else's secret life, is pretty hard to suppress.
Blame Pandora.
There are things that you can expect to find in a man's cell. Naked photos. Some old saved texts from ex-girlfriends. Maybe a few "I miss you" calls made on a drunken, complicated night.
And there are some things that take you completely by surprise. Especially when you do think you know someone, and trust them 100%. Especially when you were simply being "nosey" and really didnt expect to find anything.
There are some things, that you wish you hadn't seen. But can never forget.
That is the first crack in any relationship's foundation. That first questioning of trust. That first "oh shit." moment.
I'm not a mason, but I would assume there are cracks in most foundations. I think the key is that as long as they are minimal, and patched up correctly, they will still last the test of weathering, time and natural disasters. The key is to set them correctly, and not to put too many other bricks on top of the foundation until you're sure it can support the weight.
So after a long night of fighting, you think about all this. And you come to the conclusion that it was a small crack. No biggie.
But irreparable damage has already been done.
You will forever be that nosey bitch that went through my shit.
And he will forever be that asshole that's just like every other man.
The pedestals have been leveled. And you are no longer the perfect couple, in a bubble, hidden from the worlds evils.
You are now just two people trying to build something, without letting the outside temptation of the world tear you apart.
Perhaps ignorance is bliss. Or simply, a phone lock.
"What is done cannot be undone." Macbeth: Shakespeare
Since the beginning of time, women have gotten a bad rap. From Adam blaming Eve for "forcing" him to bite the apple, to Pandora being blamed for all of the evil in the world, women have constantly been taking the rap for "the downfall of man."
Me, being a total expert at spinning issues like a Fox News anchor, would like to pose the question: Who is more at fault? The men who create the evil, or the women who expose it?
In 2011 the struggle continues. Pandora's box still exists, only now it is in the form of a handheld electrical device made by some assembly worker in a dirty Japanese warehouse. A man's cellphone. Wherein lies some of the Earths most evil, vulgar, sinister secrets.
It's often said that in a relationship, you should have 100% trust in the other person. To the people that say that, I challenge you to find a cell phone, and totally fight the urge to do a quick "cell scroll". Just a little peeksee. Just a little dibble dabble into the life of another person.
Even if its a total strangers cell phone, that innate nosiness. That natural urge for a little peek in someone else's secret life, is pretty hard to suppress.
Blame Pandora.
There are things that you can expect to find in a man's cell. Naked photos. Some old saved texts from ex-girlfriends. Maybe a few "I miss you" calls made on a drunken, complicated night.
And there are some things that take you completely by surprise. Especially when you do think you know someone, and trust them 100%. Especially when you were simply being "nosey" and really didnt expect to find anything.
There are some things, that you wish you hadn't seen. But can never forget.
That is the first crack in any relationship's foundation. That first questioning of trust. That first "oh shit." moment.
I'm not a mason, but I would assume there are cracks in most foundations. I think the key is that as long as they are minimal, and patched up correctly, they will still last the test of weathering, time and natural disasters. The key is to set them correctly, and not to put too many other bricks on top of the foundation until you're sure it can support the weight.
So after a long night of fighting, you think about all this. And you come to the conclusion that it was a small crack. No biggie.
But irreparable damage has already been done.
You will forever be that nosey bitch that went through my shit.
And he will forever be that asshole that's just like every other man.
The pedestals have been leveled. And you are no longer the perfect couple, in a bubble, hidden from the worlds evils.
You are now just two people trying to build something, without letting the outside temptation of the world tear you apart.
Perhaps ignorance is bliss. Or simply, a phone lock.
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