Pluto, the Unfathomable: Love It or Hate It?
Where do men originate from??? The question of the millennium must be. If women were from Venus, men are definitely NOT from Mars…too close a proximity for these two subspecies to misunderstand each other so freaking much, don’t you think? I’d reckon men are from the farthest planet in the system…Pluto was it? A coincidence that Disney’s most famous groveling dog has been named after it too. (I’m not hinting or saying anything here, I swear! Teehee.)
So girls, if you’re planning to take a man off the shelf, please make sure he comes with a complete (and I mean a COMPLETE) SOP (Standard Operating Procedures) manual. Even more importantly, check that the section which entails disaster recovery is in place! Otherwise, it’s catastrophe all the way once their quality management system fails, and from experience, their systems malfunctions every once so often.
I mean like, how many times have you girls been rendered psychics and mind readers by the men in your lives? A lifted eyebrow or a quiet stare and they expect you to read their emotions like from the page of an open book. Or better yet, those that have a pattern of lapsing into longggggg silences, or give the silent treatment. Like, what’s the matter, cat got their tongues? Suddenly they’re reduced to kindergarten mindset and they can’t put alphabets next to each other to come to an effective form of communication a.k.a speech?
“You’re supposed to understand me,” they mutter. “It’s so obvious when it comes to things like these. You’re just supposed to know.” Yeah, and I’m supposed to state Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle in my sleep.
So how do we bridge that distance between Pluto and Venus, if that is even possible in the first place? The answer is communication. It’s our only hope to even come close to getting associated with each other better, don’t you think? Communicate! Say one, say all! Talk. Shout. Rant. Cuss. Bitch. Whatever. But get through. Get connected, Nokia style. We females are not inbuilt with some Morse code decoder that can interpret long silences, or silences peppered with grunts and groans and burps and other nasal sounds I can’t care to name.
Having said that, I don’t personally have anything against men in general. Men are like chocolate cake. They so completely ruin your calories budget for the day, heighten your cholesterol level and make you fat, but you love them anyway. Yumyum. 
Peace out!
