I've been in conversations with a friend this morning who is going through a little bit of relationship angst and it's really got me wonderin' . . . are men and women really so different in the way we think, feel and communicate?
I KNOW that there have been countless books written on the subject. I KNOW that men are always saying that they just don't get women. I KNOW that women (I for one) are constantly perplexed by the inner workings of the male brain (or lack there of).
But I really wonder if we are hardwired so differently?
I mean does that one appendange and the teensy weensy difference in hormones really make our brains ENTIRE-freakin-LY different?
I'll let you all in on a little bit of Punkin/Puddin stuff. Now I'm gonna G-rate this for the kids, cause this is a family site . . . and here goes. Since Puddin and I started . . . "doin laundry" together (Kidd Kraddick reference), we haven't gone a single day without "doin laundry" together with the exception of those days that are summarily blocked by women's issues. It hasn't been a concious effort or anything like that . . . we just can't get enough of each other. Well week before last . . . I had some medical issues that rendered "laundry" un-doable. You ladies will understand when I tell you that I was on a particularly strong antibiotic to try and kick this crud I've had FOREVER . . . and it finally caught up with me. So for a week solid . . . no "laundry".
I have never felt so far from anything or anyone in my entire life.
He still held me and kissed me and we were still TOGETHER . . . but I just felt so far from him. So when it was all over . . . I was terribly excited for him to get off work that day! I primped and preened . . . bought a new "outfit"
. . . And I was even more excited when he called and said he'd be home earlier than he initially thought!
So when he walked in at 930 - I was so far gone it was ridiculous. :outta my mind:
You could have knocked me over with a feather when he said . . . "um, Baby. Trey (his friend) is outside and I'm just gonna talk to him for a few minutes." <GRUMBLE>
"Trey?" . . . that's all I said as I turned around and took off my "outfit" and put on a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt and socks and went into the bathroom to wash my face. That's right I had on make-up!
He said, "I won't be long Baby, I promise."
I said, "whatever."
He said, "aw come on Baby, you're killing me."
I went completely mute . . . and got in the bed to go to sleep.
But it was eating at me . . . so I sent a text message that said . . . "I am so pissed rite now I cant see straight. I hav been waiting on this ALL WEEK & now U R out there playing tiddly winks with Trey and I am killing YOU. That's rich."
Bout 5 seconds later I heard Trey's truck start and he came in to talk. I was still mute preferring only to communicate with dirty looks and folded arms . . . but he talked. And it occurred to me that he thought that all of my anger was based on us not doing "laundry". He had no clue that I was actually upset that he was putting his friend before me . . . whether it was about the "laundry" or my freaking foot being half cut off - he was catering to Trey before he catered to me.
Once I explained that to him, this look of ephiphany showed on his face and he aplogized. He hadn't thought of it that way at all. He'd thought I was just upset about the "laundry" and didn't understand why doing the "laundry" at 10 was any different than doing the "laundry" at 9.
At any rate . . . this exchange highlights the issue at hand.
How can two people, similar in so many ways, see the same thing so differently?
