Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

It’s Not You, It’s The Male Species

Last night a close friend called me out of the blue because she was sick to death of her partner. There’s a lot going on in her life right now, and she’ s frustrated that each time she tries to discuss it with her partner, the dude will either get mad or fall asleep. To make matters worst, he tries to avoid her now. Whenever she sms’es him, he takes his own sweet time to reply.

An epiphany happened there and then - to paraphrase Sesame Street, “one of these kids is just like the other”.

You see, my wife is always screaming at me that we can’t communicate. Whenever she tries to ‘discuss issues’ with me, I tend to either spout angry rubbish or fall asleep. It’s like my brain shuts down when confronted with potentialy stressful issues to discuss.

It may be a male behavioral pattern. We simply shy away from issues that have no simple solution and stress us out. Our basic reaction is to run away. We do not like discussing things. Talking about a football match is ok, because the outcome is already known. This frustrates the female of the species because they just have to discuss each and everything to their satisfaction or they will not be able to sleep that night.

I think what we males don’t realize is that when women want to discuss stuff, what they really want is for us to listen. They don’t expect any answers from us. The reason why we react in such a way is because we feel guilty that we cannot help in any effective manner.

They know we dumb males have no answers beyond beer, sex and football.

and you’ve hit the nail perfectly on the head.

*thumbs up*

So I’ve discovered the hard way too…hahaha =)

It’s a woman thing. They are never content to just live & let live. They need to tag & label everything. If there are no issues, they create some.

If you spend too much time just listening, they will start complaining that you’re not macho or decisive enough.

Too much Sex and the City apparently. I sometimes think they seriously prefer being 40 and living alone. They dont realise how tiresome they are.

My boyfriend happens to be the one wanting to communicate with me. Hehe.

And maybe cars.

i think i have problems communicating too. *checks pants*

not male leh!

u are so right. Sometimes i just want Mr. Fat Fingers to listen to me…not offer solutions… hehe

thats weird. then why am i the one mumbling bs and falling asleep all the time?

damn my wang

That’s what blogs are for… instead of nagging, I’d rather blog nowadays.

Offer your friend LSD like how you supplied me some HAHAHAHHAHAHAH

u, are SO right. :)