Sunday, February 27, 2011

Learning Daily


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So I wrapped my head around a quality I've found within myself. I've yet to determine whether I admire or dislike said quality, but either way I am now moving forward, learning to embrace it; learning how to deal with it.

It has to do with men, which is sadly an overblogged, but under-understood category in a woman's life and it is disappointing to see the cliches and beginners mistakes being made over and over.

But I'm one of those beginners. And honestly we're all just trying to understand. To prepare, to protect, and to live.

It's usually pretty typical to put men into one of two categories. The one's that make it known that they care about the future and expect you in it. Examples include making plans far in the future, suggesting "life together" or hinting at you being present for an event years in the future. As intimidating and stupid as this description sounds, I can count on two hands the number of men who were thanking me, their darling wife, in their acceptance speech for the Nobel Peace Prize. Yes. Not kidding.

The second style of man is he who has no care at all for the future, pretends you don't exist, but is completely see-through in the long run. The kind who sweats and cringes for two days in between texting you just to be sure they're not being clingy and irritating. Good boy. BUT, why is it that I hate you, too?

Both of these categories are royal paints in the tucus, and I flee from both. But what is the in between? When dealing with Door Number 1, I find I'm wishing he was behaving like Door Number 2 and vice versa. Is it him? or is it really just me? IS there a happy balance anywhere? The man who internalizes his imagined future with me, but pretends life is fleeting? Does he even exist?

The more time I spend defining my romantic life; what I want, what I expect, how I act, and how he should act, the more I find I have an awfully tall order for a man. Hello sir, are you out there?


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