Why do some women like to play with balls but not to give them the relief they are purposefully built for?
All balls have soul and purpose.
Most think that balls (basketballs, tennis-balls, golf-balls, etc…) are but simple round objects, but they aren’t. Nope, balls are a lot more than their shape; balls have soul and purpose.
As inanimate as balls are, they too have a soul; nothing says “play with me” more than a ball. Bounce, drive, strike are but a few of the things inherent to a ball’s soul. Indomitable at first, humanity has for ages tried to perfect that which makes a ball a ball. From free bouncing, driving and striking things in their natural form to the ultra-researched spheres of today, humanity has for ages tried to harness the ball’s soul. A two pronged effort of design and human contact (even if sometimes with a racket or club) it’s amazing what some women and men can do with balls. From being passed until being flushed through a hoop, driven down the line to being stricken to drop on a cup, balls have purpose too.
But as soulful and purposeful as all balls are, there are those that are sensible and coy.
As much as nothing says “play with me” more than a ball, there are balls that love (beg really) to be played with but are never to be bounced, driven or stricken. Nope, their sensitivities make them to be played but through a shaft to which they are related but only marginally attached to.
Also, and as much as these kinds of balls beg to be played with, they never truly reveal themselves. Protected by a pouch they drop only when they have reached maturity, hang but in pairs, bask in the breeze when they feel safe and the weather is nice, and painfully retreat when they get scared or it’s cold outside.
And hurt when they go blue.
Thing is that as soulful, purposeful, sensible and coy as these balls are, one would think that they too would show restraint when it comes to being teased (even if playfully); but they don’t. When they are or feel invited to play they go balls-out in their intent to reach (even if not to go fully through) the hoop, line and/or cup; and when they are denied in the purpose they get so stunned and disheartened that they go blue. Really, these balls are so determined in their purpose that a blue-ish effort wouldn’t cut it. Once a certain line is crossed they go beyond, way beyond where it would be safe to stop; and they go blue to the point where relief doesn’t do any good either.
Yes, once the line has been crossed and are left heartbroken (really), these balls are painfully rendered unable. When blue they hurt as hell, so much so that morphine, perhaps, would be the only cure for their pain; but no good-doctor prescribes morphine for a case of “blue-balls” (nor does any healthcare or insurance –plan cover it).
Because no good-doctor would ever prescribe morphine for a case of “blue-balls”, one is left to wonder why some women like to play with these balls but not to give them the relief they are purposefully built for. I mean, really, what’s up with women (and balls)?
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