kelvinminus:

Let the girls run free? Jesus Christ in a 32F. Tell you what--if you think it's such a thrill to have a pair of glorified udders flopping around on your chest, take mine. YOU enjoy the ecstasy of total comfort that comes from lying on your stomach and having most of the pain receptors between your chin & kidneys complain. Laugh at the way your chest looks ridiculous when you try to move or speak up, cuz it's totally funny when a boob-bearer does that stuff. Make your boring old job, commute or social circle into a thrilling game of Wack-a-Douche. That's the fun in funbags, baby. I'm sorry your poor deprived sex can't have any.

I'm SO unsophisticated, and monogamous, that I still can't make head or tail of these brassiere sizes. All I can say is if they're too large then that is a clinical condition as much as flat feet or a curved spine. The need for clinical intervention is shared by us all, some more than others. It's not your special cross. You'll be lucky if that's your worse medical problem before you reach three-score and ten. It's life.

We all have our crosses to bear, sweetheart, so quit complaining! Doing good is never easy, otherwise everybody would be doing it. The reward is the joy you get in being almost irreplacably meaningful to others than yourself, and I'm not even joking now.

Most infants emerge from the terrible twos when they gradually discover that they are not really the center of the universe. Their reward is discovering that the rest of the world is a fun exciting place that can pay back effort with joy. Some people never quite get over the shock of not being first in their world, and spend the rest of their lives trying to get back to that infantile state. These range from the total sociopaths, to the narcissistic, to the annoyingly selfish and stingy types. I suppose these immature types find their own joy in their own little worlds, but they don't seem happy to me.

I'm quite serious when I say that women's bodies, faces and bosoms included, are a source of enduring joy to most men, and women too, and I hope that women can understand and appreciate this gift they have for bringing happiness to the world in general and to at least one man/person in their live in particular. As the song goes:

"A pretty girl, is like a melody ...."

Even if you're not heterosexual, I hope you're not so asexual, or resentful of your gender role that you can't find this source of joy, in or from other people, either as a donor or recipient. Personally, I try to complement every pretty, (no happy, no pleasant) woman I see, who's willing to make eye contact, with a smile; because the smile I get in return always seem to linger in me as she goes her way. You can't do this to a flower or a landscape, no matter how beautiful, so it's nice to be able to say by a simple smile, "Thank you for giving me pleasure just by looking at you." I'm truly sorry that you are unhappy with your endowments, but it's not an intractable problem, but try an attitude change, at least.