Monday, April 1, 2013

So Viagra is the Little Blue Pill

I sometimes wonder if Pfizer made Viagra blue for a reason.




Now, just to be clear I understand that many men have an actual physical issue and this pill has been a life saver.  I'm not talking about them.  Looking at all the things that are offered to help guys get an erection, and lengths to which men will go, this is a serious pill for a serious a problem.

No, I'm talking about guys like myself.  I can get an erection.  Sometimes it takes a little work, if I'm tired or cranky or any other number of reasons, but there isn't any type of physical issue stopping me.  But I take Viagra on the rare occasion my wife allows me to have sex.

As my marriage has deteriorated, the attraction between my wife and I has dropped off the cliff, the pill is needed.  There are times when I don't need it.  If I'm well rested, and feeling good, and my wife puts even the slightest effort into looking OK then I will be fine.  But that is the exception, not the rule.

The rule is I start off ready to go, only to have the near lifeless body I'm trying to have sex with kill whatever mood I was in.  Now I know, the Red Pill is supposed to teach us that we are the problem.  That if I looked and dressed better my wife would be into me, but that's not the case.  It's just that now sex really sucks, but I still want it.

So I take the blue pill.  Both the real and figurative ones.

The real one keeps me hard enough to actually have sex, but the other Blue Pill keeps me happy with what little I get.  Let's face it, lousy sex with someone who makes no effort is what we are supposed to get right.  That's the treat that keeps us happy, and if you are not happy just take more pills.

But I took the Red Pill, which makes me really hate both of the Blue Pills I take.  I want to be with someone who wants me as much as I want them.  Not because it's an obligation that is owed to me but because of a basic want and desire to be with them.

I'm at that point in my journey where Cypher was when he had dinner with Mr Smith.  I need to make my own decision.

Accept my lousy life, take the Blue Pill, and forget all I've learned and seen.

Or, keep taking the Red Pill, and hope there is a hot wife and a more fulfilling life at the bottom of the rabbit hole.

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