the World & Finias Groove

Today I'd like to write about something that I have come to know all too well lately, to talk about ANDROPAUSE, or what is so objectionably referred to as, MALE MENOPAUSE. By objectionably, I mean, well, just tell your wife or girlfriend about it. You'll come to understand just how quick they are to denounce your mood swings, night sweats, fatigue, lethargy and your decrease in sexual arousal on a thing called MALE MENOPAUSE. You'll be laughed at uncontrollably, ridiculed. But make no mistake guys and gals, this is a real issue, one that I have come to understand all too well.

My nights have turned into days, my days listless and forgetful. I can cry do to the stupidest of things, like killing a bothersome fly and quickly finding myself repenting the whole day from this valued life I just took. I find myself up just as quick as down, and nothing can mend those explosive, but brief moments of sheer insanity that are usually brought on by... "I love you honey." Within a moments notice I have dug my trenches and I am at war with my significant-other over the question of how my day went.

Let's not get into the topic of the bedroom, but I learned today just how knowledgeable she herself has become on Viagra, Cialis, and the likes. I don't have to tell you what kind of conversation starter this is. It's always been a good joke at parties, or to razz your buddies, but when the subject becomes an issue of pseudo sexual arousal yourself, well you won't be finding it funny anymore. Now we can talk depression, like a neutered dog, laying around, getting fat, no longer enthralled over chasing his tail, or the ball.

"Oh my God... What have I become?"

I'd like to think of myself as still being a man, but I can't even lift the toilet seat anymore without the worry of breaking a nail, not to mention my levels of strength that have depleted. I've become a SUPERMAN who hides in the phone booth, afraid to take off his glasses and don his synonymous cape, afraid that he has lost his ability to fly, and therefor, hides in his house like a super hero gone hermit.

I'd like to think that there is help out there for us guys who are suffering from this more than degrading testosterone depletion. So, if you feel the slightest bit of the symptoms I just wrote about, here are some sites that you may find helpful.

men.webmd.com/guide/male-menopause

www.andrology.com/andropause.htm

You want to do something that will enlighten the world with wisdoms? Let's fill graveyards with EPITAPHS of what we learn then, otherwise, they are a useless space. EPITAPHS like FLOWERS BLOOM. At least then they won't have some creepy name like graveyard and we can forever change the name to the GARDEN of WISDOMS."

I ponder over the meaning of life and death often, it is the only question that seems of importance. We grow comfortable with life, for it is the only world to which we have some manner of certainty, for there is no assurance in death. It isn't selfishness that has us holding on to the only thing that we've ever come to know, but the fear of eternal darkness.

~Marcus Thomas