Wed
Oct
17
“ Despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, I have not yet been able to answer the great question that has never been answered: What does a woman want?
Sigmund Freud
Feeling upset at my girlfriend right now. Not super upset, mostly just confused at what seems neurotic behavior. Not that she’s particularly neurotic, but I think all women are. I mean, we had a misunderstanding earlier where I didn’t hear her say good-bye and she hung up on me; and I mistakenly got upset, only to find out she had said good-bye I just hadn’t heard. Okay, so we agreed that it was a misunderstanding. But then she decided she didn’t want to answer my calls because I had been angry…which we now both know was over a misunderstanding…so why continue to be angry?
The only thing I can come up with is because women are strange creatures that live in a world ungrounded in reality. That’s all I can figure! Seriously, what man would have such an attitude as this? We live in the real bloody world and understand that people make mistakes of judgement. I couldn’t imagine my brother or friend saying to me “I don’t want to talk to you because you were upset over a misunderstanding earlier.” That would be insane. And women are insane.
Anyway, just venting here about my inability to comprehend the female rationale. Perhaps though, its because even females don’t understand it either.
Ahh, today I’ve joined Tumblr; this in addition to my Twitter account (which posts directly to my Myspace page…but not my Facebook one), which I’ve attended to while completely ignoring my LiveJournal page and oh, I was just thinking of joining Jaiku. How many soc/nets sites are there?! And how is it that I am a part of so many, yet have no friends to make any of them worthwhile? My only friend on most of these things is usually my girlfriend Alicia (whom I talk to on the phone all day), so why do I bother?
The answer is simple: Potential. The promise of potential friends and the illusion of interacting with a large group (really, of being in the “in”) is the ruse that lures me to these dark caves of social networking repeatedly. And while I’ll admit its just a sort of placebo nepenthe for the pain of loneliness and isolation, these sites also serve as a venue for creative expression…whether others actually see this or not.
So, all in all, the social networking sites are a bittersweet pill: serving simultaneously to remind me that I have no friends, and yet forget all this in the very next breath as I use my God-given talents to express my woes. Truly this is a marvel to behold and a mystery of Sherlockian proportions!
