We live in a constant state of confusion
‘Men are from Mars’ more like from Pluto, when it comes to understanding women.
We are relegated to a planet no longer in our own solar system that’s how far our understanding of women has progressed “not bloody far”.
Our little minds are bombarded by rhetoric of past mistreatment of women.
When it comes to women we are as clueless like our cave dwelling brothers of the past.
A female period last a brief time in their adolescent lives, a man’s period manifest once we our lives are intertwined with women and it last a very long time, it is like being kicked in the groin but that pain last forever.
Why isn’t logic and commonsense able to punch a hole in the mysterious vale that is women?
We have too many questions but not enough answers.
Every time we try and understand women we come out of it more confused then we went in.
Our search for answers leaves us doubting our own sanity, intelligence and at times our virility.
This is not intended to berate women kind or find ways to subjugate women under men’s oppressive will, but to better understand our counterparts and not constantly feel like my man parts have been ripped out and serve to me on a platter.
The confusion is a pandemic amongst men, like zombies walking aimlessly without a bloody clue, and reacting only on instinct without plan or purpose.
So what do we do?
Do we build space ships and get the hell out of dodge, I like communing with my fellow man but as a heterosexual my communing extends so far.