Let's face it, girls are crazy. See guys, I can admit it. And ladies, it's not a betrayal it's just another element of self-acceptance and reality. I've recently come to terms with the fact that my female hormone-driven brain can sometimes be irrational. In particular when it comes to encounters with the opposite sex. Now, I'm not trying to generalize women too much, because I know each one is special and different in multiple ways blah blah, but surely you understand when I say there's moments you wonder "WHAT was I thinking, getting so worked up about that?" I often look back on a situation and question how I became so demonic and completely possessed by the need to be right. For example, having a rage fit about a towel left on the bathroom floor... Or picking a fight to make a point that will be irrelevant in five minutes. "YOU didn't reply to my text today, I suppose you were tooooo busy to spare a moment to answer me?!". Ridiculous.
I'm not sure what's worse, the all-consuming anger, or the " I'm-feeling-sorry-for-myself-why-don't-you-love-me" tearful insecurities that also surface sometimes. (This usually goes hand-in-hand with becoming a chocolate-eating machine, and needing a hot water bottle because it's that cursed time of the month when everything about being a woman is unfair). We know that we don't need to hear "I love you" every day for it to be true, and we certainly don't need to dish out the silent treatment because our man failed to say the right thing. Yet these trivial things get over-analysed and eat away at our delicate brains until we emerge as an unrecognizable raging monster full of anguish. Okay maybe that's a little bit exaggerated. But seriously, we've all been there. Sometimes we may not admit it, but we become aware that we were perhaps being a little silly, even if it's too late to admit it. Don't take it too hard, just embrace the fact that a little craziness lives in all of us. And try not blame the testosterone, it's not his fault.
It can be frustrating I know. Standing there practically overflowing with indescribable emotion, while in front of us stands a male who appears to be feeling nothing at all. Blank and unreadable. Maybe we need to be enlightened, but men just seem to lack that ability to share. There are times when we all wish we were psychic. Women are just better communicators I think (no offense gentlemen). We are fond of talking, that much is obvious, so when we provoke you it's most likely we are just trying to get a reaction and spark a revealing conversation with you. While at the same time expecting you to accurately gauge our unspoken feelings. It rarely works though, unsurprisingly, and that's when the frustration rears its ugly head. A classic situation -
Boy: What's wrong?
Girl: ...Nothing
Boy carries on as if all is merry, girl rages a silent monologue along the lines of obviously something is wrong you you ignorant a**hole, and if you had any brains you would realize and apologize!
See, irrational. However, at the time we are fueled by self-righteousness and resent. It pains me to admit this. I'm mildly embarrassed that I'm familiar with occurrences like this one, but it's all humorous in the scheme of things. I realize my ramblings appear to be more about girls and their male-related insecurities, rather than the actual differences between the two. But I am completely blank in regards to the fundamentals of the male brain (which I guess is kind of the point).
I could go on all day about the differences between men and women, from obvious things like appearance and interests, to the deep psychological variations. But maybe we need to stop trying to make sense of it, and just accept the fact that we will never quite understand each other. Enjoy the mystery, (easier said than done I know), because nobody likes a predictable life. Instead of formulating our own ideas of how we should behave towards each other, let's just be unique in our differences. And if that loony hormone-driven voice in your head starts to speak up girls, just try your best to ignore her. Accept men for what they are (something akin to an alien race) and vice-versa. No expectations = no disappointment. As if this will ever happen. Ha! Worth a try though, right? The question of understanding the opposite sex is one that will linger forever, and probably never be fully answered. I'm not saying give up on the hope for a functional relationship, maybe just live with the reality that we're never going to be mind-readers.
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