It’s Actually Complicated
The other night, I was having a discussion with one of my female friends and of course we were talking about male-female relationships. We went over the typical stuff, adding in bits and pieces of our own experiences to back up our theories. There were moments we disagreed and moments where we enlightened one another to a new thought or a new theory. All of it, good stuff.
Of course, there was one part of the conversation I wanted to extract and write about at length here. It was the matter of how every man and woman would like to claim their gender is so easy, and it’s the opposite gender’s fault for overcomplicating whatever it is they want or desire. I’ve been guilty of saying men are simple, and women over think our species. Women, as my friend proved the other night when we were talking, are guilty of thinking the same thing about themselves. They’re simple, they’re really easy, but men always have to over think stuff.
But during our conversation I had a thought: Maybe neither s*x is as easy as we make ourselves out to be.
I don’t think I’m a terribly deep individual and I hate people who try to make themselves out to be. I’m conscious, yes, but deep? How do we even begin to gauge such a thing?
I know what I like, I know what’s important to me, and over the years I have learned what I want, but one thing I have never fully grasped is how the combination of all three of those things work together. How does what I like, what I find important, and what I want for myself all work together to make me the person I am?
The question is rhetorical, if only because as I get older and evolve, all those things (what I like, what’s important, what I want) change with the times and circumstances in which I find myself.
If any of this sounds fairly complicated, you might understand the point I’m getting at.
None of us are supposed to be easy.
Anyone who has ever been in a relationship will tell you, it’s hard, so why do men and women think their genders are so easy to understand?
As I told my friend the other night, I have dated some incredibly smart women, and not just by the textbook definition of the word. I have dated women who are emotionally smart, who know exactly what to do and what to say when I was down and out. I would like to fancy myself the same, emotionally smart. I’d also like to think of myself as book smart. But what does it all matter if I don’t understand the woman I’m with?
The answer is, it doesn’t matter at all how smart we are and how supposedly easy it is for us to be understood. I believe when we begin to brag and boast about how easy we are, we’re being simple minded. If there’s one thing I learned about being single it’s there is nothing simple about me. I mean, I’ve actually been to therapy and I was learning things about myself I never knew. Do you have any idea what that’s like? It’s like failing at a test even though each answer is right there in front of you. You think you know who you are, you think you know what you want, and you think you know a thing or two about where you come from. Each one of those questions are easy enough to answer, but figuring out how they all combine together to make us who we are is like the long problem solving question at the end of the test, the one for which we have to show all our work.
Fact is, if we were all so easy to understand we probably would have been snatched up a long time ago. If women were so easy to deal with, more men would want to be in relationships with them. But the truth is they’re not. I’m too smart to think women are easy to understand, and if anyone thinks they’re easy to understand, maybe they’re guilty of under thinking as opposed to over thinking.
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