Thank you for The Male Psyche

 

I love the male psyche. 

It is an endless source of entertainment, a wonderland of simplicity, a genuinely fascinating maze of information and a complex portal into effortless reason.

If you placed a male brain on a table next to a female brain, I think you would notice tangible differences.

The female brain would be vibrating, creating sound waves, and radiating an aura of blinding light while trying to scooch itself toward the male brain without being too obvious.

The male brain would emanate a low hum, rock back and forth in a predictable rhythm, and once in a while it would burp the alphabet.

I think of all the times I asked a man “What are you thinking about?” and he flatly replied “Nothin”. 

This used to drive me nuts. I would say ridiculous things like;

 “Nobody can think of nothing. You must be thinking about something. Share with me. I want to relate with you. C’mon, it won’t hurt my feelings. I want to know your innermost thoughts and feel close to you. Why are you withholding from me? Are you mad at me? What are you really thinking about?”

I now know that it is more than probable he is thinking about “Nothin’” .

All my interrogating had the impact of a gnat buzzing around his head, screaming in a foreign language at the top if it’s little gnat lungs.

So I have learned to let him be and return for interaction when I hear the alphabet being burped in the next room.

Of course, I jest in representing these clichés in such generalizations. There is a bit of the female in every guy and a smidgeon of man in every woman. But the basic rules of engagement are determined in two separate rooms without any hints, one to the other.

After learning that the rules are different, I can honestly say I like interacting with males much better now.

I can learn so much from men, and I have.

I have had incredible conversations that incorporate theories derived from Pythagorus, Aristotle, and Thomas Aquinas. I have bantered and debated political analysis, quantum physics, combustible engine parts, and the best method of holding a chain saw.

I also have such conversations with my female friends, we just put a little more feeling into it— but none of us gals have perfected burping the alphabet yet.

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~ by leakelley on February 23, 2009.