Women are Crazy

Now, seriously.

You are.

I don't know what kind of twisted rules system you female types use to run your brain, but it ain't logic.

Let's take Valentine's Day. It is completely made up. You women don't care. It's a "special day" for doing "special things" with your "special someone."

Don't get me wrong. When it comes to doing special things to special someones, I'm as game as anyone. Probably more than most, in fact. Having a special day smacks of limitations. Why can't the 4th of February or the 11th of October be "special"?

In fact, if I could only qualify two of the words "things", "someone" and "day" in the above sentence, it wouldn't take long to decide the loser.

Another example? Anniversaries.

This word derives from anno, the latin word for "year."

A "year."

Not "six months."

I am not a heartless man. I think an acknowledgement of the first six months of a relationship is healthy. I would be disappointed if it was not celebrated. It is an important markstone. But once you have had a year together, I think we should respect the word.

I could choose many more examples. I will choose one.

Relative psychology.

We men know you are weird, and strange, and alien. We find it incredibly alluring. I can't think of anything worse than meeting a beautiful woman who acts and thinks like a man. It would be awful.

All men have a bewildered look, instantly recognisable through constant usage, for describing to their friends the latest inscrutable act or comment from "Herself." We just accept that your mindset is different to ours. We actually like these differences.

You women are so crazy, you don't see how crazy you really are. You want us to think like you and embrace your craziness! That's alone is pretty crazy.

I could go on and on, but I think now is a good place to stop.