I push androgyny to the limits. I bend the rules. I dare conventions. I challenge the cliché.
So when a good friend has been betrayed by his lover and came to the conclusion that all men are by nature irrevocably polygamous, I digress.
Okay, that was the inner me bluffing.
I know she’s right. Polygamy is a part of our genetic make-up, much like the sizes of our penis or the propensity to develop acne. Most men want what they can’t have. And once they have it, they want more.
After losing some of my loved ones due to those “dreaded” third parties, I have come to the realization that as a man, inasmuch as being human, we are such insatiable creatures. We could never get enough. We are never enough.
For we are beings with needs and wants. Being with a special someone does not, and will not guarantee us the fulfillment of our desires. For always, what we ultimately want is more.
I might have a special someone with me right now, but I firmly believe that there will come a time when I’ll get to meet someone who can better satisfy my needs. And I’m amenable to the fact that he might find someone else too. But I guess for now, we’ll just have to do.
There are conventions that we can fight, and there are some that we can’t. But in the end, what separates us from the other member of the specie is that we always have a choice. We can confront or we can succumb. We can challenge or we can surrender.
We can be polygamous if we choose to be. We can always choose not to. For in life, we all have two choices. To do what is right, or to do what is wrong.
In the end, we ultimately become what we choose to do.
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Image from flickr. My Interpration by Mika.
