So my doctor popped me with a few needles to take some of my lifesource away from me and determined that I had mono. So that could either mean a lot more writing for my website or a lot less. I’m not sure which one yet.
I realize that maybe a select few people will find this crude; I didn’t write it for them, so please if you are offended by talk about boobs, you need to stop reading to save you and myself trauma.
I’m a guy. I don’t know many guys (except those in this revolutionary gay movement) who don’t like breast. Now this may come to a shock too many, maybe females, I’m not sure. But if you don’t believe me just watch T.V. for 5 minutes and ask yourself why every female has either the tightest shirt possible on her or cleavage longer than their strands of hair. I just saw a MAD TV episode last night where every male that had any encounter with this female with large showy breasts was able to do nothing but gawk, and moan and make odd sounds. Even though I’m a Christian and I’m fighting the battle of lust every single day, I can’t deny that I’m attracted to females. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to breasts.
I never really thought about this attraction in depth before. Why am I attracted to boobs? What makes them so desirable? After all, all they are lumps of fatty flesh with nipples (something guys have) on them. In fact some guys pretty much have breasts if they work out long enough and I’m not attracted to them. Why are there thousands of people that flood strip joints almost every night all over Canada? Why when you want to download a movie scene all you can find is a topless scene from that movie on download programs? Why are nude paintings considered to capture the utmost beauty? I decided that there is no logical reason. It can’t be inherited completely. I’m convinced that most males would grow up naturally attracted to females and their breasts with or without boobie influence. It’s not very logical. Fatty tissue? C’mon.
Breasts are one of my apologetics for my God. In other words, I believe in God because of boobs. That might sound heretical to you, it might just sound crude and I might not have had to say it but it’s true. When I think about my desire for that fatty tissue and I try to control it and understand it I realize that it’s not my desire that I created. It was given to me and us by God. It’s something we can learn to bring under the authority of Christ, but it’s not something you can turn off. Only our creator can take two lumps of fatty tissue and make them into the most wonderful pieces of art and make us desire them. Boobs help me believe in God. What are the things in your life that make you realize that only God could grant and gives you unmovable faith that God is involved?