The title, if I had one, would go here...

This blog is about us women and how our heads work and how men are on a different page, or possibly a different book. 

[Disclaimer: Actually, it’s not about that at all. I have no idea what it’s about. Before you read on let me just warn you that there may not be a point to any of this blabbering. Yes, this may be five minutes wasted. Think about it. The author wishes not to waste anyone’s time. In fact, the author wishes to remind the reader of Psalm 139 where David says: “...in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me...”, implying that our days here are planned out, limited, precious, not a moment can be wasted. Henceforth, you are reading entirely at your own risk.] 

Ok, where was I? Women. Yes, we are complicated. Although complicated is not the preferred term; nor is it wholly accurate. Actually, scratch that. We are not complicated. We are “intricate”. Think fine detail; complexly arranged; intricately woven together; excellent specimen of a finer kind. 

Too wordy? 

We have a lot of buttons. Many, many buttons. I once heard someone describe it as the cockpit of a plane. There’s a special button for every imaginable scenario – each one doing something different; and then all of that is dependent on the weather. So, here’s what I’m thinking – not everyone can fly a plane, but those who dare to learn, get to fly! And flying is fun. But inevitably the fact remains, anyone who wants to fly a plane, must submit themselves to enhanced research in understanding the functioning of this complex and highly variable species. In other words, they must learn how the buttons work.

Point in case:

Just last night I had a conversation with a good friend about... well, I don’t quite remember what it was about, but that is completely besides the point. I was saying some stuff, and then he responded by saying that he can’t help me. Now here’s the thing – I didn’t ask for help. This is interesting to me; noteworthy. When a man hears something, he listens to the facts, considers them, and duly decides whether it’s something he can fix or not. And then he tells you if he can fix it or not. Now that’s fine, in fact, it’s wonderful and something we can all marvel at. The problem comes in though, that often women just want to tell the story without having anyone fix it for them. They just want the other person to listen. 

Was it not for the mutually agreed good fortune that my friend and I are both saints called to live in peace, freedom and grace, our conversation may not have ended up as peaceably as it did because I then merely pointed out the fact that men have this tendency to want to fix things whether it’s been requested or not, which then led to a debate about concepts such as fixing, conversation, listening, responding, implying, women, men, marriage, love and life and our purpose here on earth. 

Ok, actually it wasn’t that intense, but we did come to an interesting and groundbreaking conclusion which may shock you to your very core: 

Men listen to facts and respond to it.

Can you see the breakthrough? Let me break it down for you:

Men listen... blah blah blah.

Men. Listen. Two words you thought you’d never see next to each other, but it’s true! They listen! And then they want to fix things for you when you haven’t asked them to etc. etc., but the point is that they listen. 

Well, sometimes they listen. When they’re not in their nothing box. (A-whole-nother blog on its own...)

Beautiful. 

Ok, so maybe the blog was more about men in the end? In any event, I think we’ve done enough work for one day, I’m exhausted. Let’s all take a break and continue this soon, or in the next millennium, or whenever someone has some light to shed on this and any other unsolved related matters.

[The author realises that there was no point made and finds peace in the above disclaimer. Let’s face it – a simple blog can never cover the ever-widening gap between the genders and these things are at best just hinted at by the brave or stupid. (Blushes.) One day heaven will expose all these mysteries. Hell possibly may be a place where it just further complicates these things. And that’s possibly why they call it hell. The author recommends the reader makes heaven their destination.]