Someone once said, and I quote- “there are easier things in life than trying to find a nice guy...like nailing jelly to a tree for example’
What is it with this musky species? Why are they so difficult to decipher? We love them, we hate them, but we constantly obsess over them. Females are biologically programmed to read too much between the lines. We anticipate reactions, we analyze the aftermath of an argument, and we do a role-play of each situation. The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, ‘It's a girl.’ Why is it that women spend all their waking moments juicing it out while men ‘blow off their steam’ with overflowing beer or perhaps an overnight Xbox marathon. Age long question, age long assumptions, age long trials and errors, and surprisingly we still have managed to get nowhere.
Consider one theory that we haven’t yet- could it be that men are too easy as opposed to our prior thinking? This radical question is the one to think and could be a revolutionary one. We could be nearing a revelation if we see this one through. Men are simplistic creatures- they have indeed forgotten when they say they have; they have indeed dozed off because they were just too sleepy to stay awake. How difficult does it become for us to understand this, or do we function as masochists? Are we that complicated that we need to break things down categorically and understand each advance in its totality? Going back to this theory; let us assume the best of men and take them for their literal self, would it really be that big of a deal? Why cannot we try and trust them for their word? Try doing it for a day and see the difference it makes.
As feminist as I am, do not mistake me for an ardent lover of the sperm race. I do believe they can be nastily disturbing to us, but how about putting our faith in all we have? It’s not like we have any other option, and let’s face it- we shudder to even think of one.
As I write this, I get a text message from my friend complaining for the fifth time this morning- ‘HE HASN’T CALLED ME YET!’ and I sigh, as I feel the whole purpose of my last night’s pep talk going to waste. It’s important to have a relationship and value it with all the strength you can muster, but it’s not contingent to make it your whole life. That’s where things start going downhill. Go back to the pre-relationship chase- he liked you for your wit, not for your clingy ways; he liked you for understanding, not when your understanding became conditional’. It’s not our fault also, things do change as the dynamics of a relationship evolve, but holding your own and extending space should be one constant that should in no way budge.
Having said that, I again emphasize how important it is to hold your own, as well as let him hold his own. Secretly we all love a man who takes control. In spite of this, all of us have a tendency to take control for their life once we label it a relationship. It’s important to know that it’s a relationship, not his power of attorney handed out to you and vice-versa. This is where things go wrong, scratch that- horribly wrong. It’s unfair to expect them to be at the top of their game each time.. For crying out loud, it’s a love thing, not a who’s who of some slavery marathon. Try this, and things shall truly be better, or so I hope. It’s about time that live and let live came back in vogue!