MONDAY ANGST, AND ME, AND REN, ETC
So yeah, another weekend has zoomed by and as usual, I have my two cents worth to say. I'll tell you this, men really are from another planet. For real. Or maybe we are the aliens. Whatever. All I know is we, women, are as different from men as plants are from mammals. It bugs the hell out of me though, and I can't get over over just how different we are. Sure we're different genders but goddamn it, it should stop right there. So maybe there should be a coupla differences but things should absolutely NOT be this extreme. God knows best, and only He knows why He made things like that but I'm willing to swear that this world would be a lot less dramatic if we all thought like men or they saw things from our point of view for a change.
I'm saying all this because even though I learned this lesson a little late in life, living with a man for over a year should have taught me how those suckers think, but I'm afraid I haven't done a very good job of it. I still get shocked over the way their minds work, or don't work. They never fail to surprise me. Only a man will be all over you one minute, and be as distant as the Sahara the next, and act like there's absolutely wrong. Matter of fact, there IS nothing wrong but they just feel like acting like that. And look at you in absolute surprise when you go ballistic about their attitude.
Take last Thur for eg. Ren calls me the night b4, and we have the longest converse we've ever had. Really, sweet. I get to work. Send him the email he sooo asked for. He replies within minutes and in a little bit, we're having these giggly whispered phone conversations. By the end of the day, I had stars in my eyes. Boy oh boy. Talk about anti climax. Fri crawls by, not a damn word, nada. I swear I checked my inboxes at hotmail and yahoo about 170 times. It was awful. I still don't get any calls from him that night till about midnight. I went off on his butt, and he acted like I was crazy. Well, we resolved it and I figured it all out. I can't expect him to do or see things like me. He's a man, therefore different. Poor him. Just when I'm in doubt about his seriousness, he tells me he wants to come see me on one of his breaks from Canada. Now, isn't that just like a man? I tell you: carrot and stick. That's the only language they speak.
Frigging retards.