“No! What I mean is that
when you're wrong, you never seem to accept it as a fact! ... I guess
that's how come they came to oppress you all, those guys of ancient
times: They simply let you - or the women of that time - have obedience as the
only alternative to admitting she was wrong!”
She looked at him briefly,
then began to walk away. She seemed to feel insulted. Then she
stopped, turned around and paused.
Looking at him she asked:
“Do you mean they were all as naive as that?!”
“Yeah! It probably was
that! It seems that even nowadays you can't confess to it when you're
actually mistaken in a wisdom sense. Except, you can confess to it
simply by subordination, never by admitting, simply. Sort of never by
taking responsibility, that is. ... It's really weird that they never
seem to admit that, those friends of yours, that you all seem to be
uninterested in actually learning the truth about something! Rather,
each one of you keep on faking that she has to subordinate herself to
us!”
“It's not true that
we're always faking it! It's not true that we can't admit any other
way than by subordination! Instead, we were forced into subordination
by manipulative men!”
“I'm glad to see you
actually dare speak back, even. But to tell the truth, I believe you
are wrong! It's almost bad enough nowadays for there to be an
impossibility in having you - even some of you, I think - admit
that you aught to take things another way! It only happens
occasionally, but then you don't admit that the manipulators among
men, were the ones you did choose to trust! That is you chose them in
order to escape responsibility or so! It must be that! Or what else
is it!?”
She looked at him again
and swallowed. “I can't believe we're actually that stubborn,
although I can believe it actually seems that way! Why do you feel
sure that that is the case?!”
“I feel sure about it
because when one of you seems to be into defending her case, she
always seems to either avoid really doing it, or she seems to - on
the surface - admit to making a mistake, perhaps in order to take
it back later.”
“I don't believe I made
a mistake when wronged you just now, and I'm not into, even on the
surface, calling it one. I confess to mistakenly coming to the
conclusion that you don't have any judgement against me, which I did
not expect!”
“I guess it's a mistake
that you seem to try to be confessing to a mistake that isn't a real
error!”
“I'm not sure about
that!”
“How about when you were
into that I wasn't even anything but a precarious guy who thought he
was into responsibility for the sake of trying to catch girls?! I
can't see it in you that you can confess to that without having it
there's no big issue. It's as if it was because I wasn't the guy who
should have been considered trustworthy enough for beginning to find
it in him that he could be anything else but what you prejudged him
to be!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really! And I
don't find it in them, the guys you seem to be acquainted to, to be
any better than I am at trying to be thorough about saying why they
don't seem to let go of their claims to seem to be better than the
rest!”
“I'm not sure about
that!”
“See, you're already
avoiding the issue!”
“I'm not sure I'm not!
But I feel certain that I can't feel like being into this
conversation without you admitting that I am at least something of a
woman for saying what she wants!”
“Oh! You feel like
backing out already! And now there's, I guess, some excuse for you to
seem innocent of having been pretending to be confessing to that type
of error!”
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