“So how much do you miss me?” A friend of mine asked her boyfriend. “6. A solid 6 out of 10.” He answered.
BIG MISTAKE, BRO! Poor guy, he fell into a trap the moment my friend opened her mouth. The correct answer: a trazilion. I miss you times a trazilion million.
Although my friend is a grown woman and her boyfriend is more of a manfriend than anything that resembles a boy, her question was pure trickery. Was it fair? No. Was it cute? Well, she thought so. Until his response wasn’t cute then the whole cuteness thing went to hell.
Why do girls ask guys such trick questions? I’m sure studies have shown men are more simple and direct than any woman could ever be. They see it black and white while women see it every which color of the rainbow and in different color combinations.
I think girls do it because they think or hope guys understand the language they are speaking. I have found this is most definitely not true. The sexes speak two different languages and I think girls should cut the guys a break. It is not their fault they don’t sit there and over analyze every situation that is in front of them.
From my experience, guys are usually linear and direct in the way they speak and act. Girls oftentimes get frustrated because they can’t read between the lines. Well, isn’t there just pure blank spaces between lines? Guys just don’t speak in metaphors or algorithms and that is truly something girls should admire.
Although girls have to oftentimes provide guys with exact directions, methods and descriptions for them to understand what they are even saying, that is the beauty of it all. A guy and a girl get together and form a relationship in hopes of finding balance. I think we should be kind to our guy counterparts, nature made them exactly as they should be and we should never try to change that.
*Other trick questions girls may ask guys:
“Do I look fat?”
“Isn’t she pretty?”
“Are all guys like that?”
“Should I lose weight?”
“What would you change about me?”
“Should I get plastic surgery?”
I have heard it all. Those that are happily and those that are not. Those that ended up with the person they thought they were marrying and those that did not. The biggest question at 20 something seems to be, “When are you getting married?” or the sweet, “Haven’t you guys been together forever?” No, I am not married. Yes, a lot of my friends are or are in the process of being. I used to take such questions very seriously. I used to think something was completely wrong with me. I thought, maybe I am just not marriage material. Then again, Why do so many people see marriage as the end game? It is the beginning of an entire different chapter and the end of another.
I have heard dating is as good as it gets. Adding a wedding band to the mix will not magically change my partner or myself. Maybe I will just stay ageless and unmarried like Jennifer Aniston. I met with an old friend who completely understood why I am not married…yet. We talked about how social media puts a subconscious pressure on us and how each of our journeys are unique. As a single 20 something I see myself going on social media less and less. I do not dare compare.
Marriage is a socially constructed institution that I am simply not ready for. I am not even ready to live with someone. I live alone. I cook and clean for myself. I am a housewife without the husband or kids and I absolutely love it! I guess you could say I am married to myself and would not have it any other way. At least not yet. No, I am not married. Yes, I am content on my own journey. Yes, I have so much more to figure out about myself and those around me before I bind myself to someone else.
We fought. We yelled. We disagreed most of the time. My mother was always a source of frustration for me while growing up. She never let me dye my hair, pierce anything or tattoo anything. I had to be home by 10 pm most nights and that was so impossible for me. She was impossible to deal with period. I guess there comes a time where being like your mother doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
At 20 something, I see myself becoming my mother more and more each day. I decorate my house like her, I cook like her, I get angry like her and I expect the best from those around me like her. Suddenly, she isn’t as bad as I remember her being. I am beginning to understand why she was the way she was and I can respect her for that. The more I understand myself the more I am able to understand her. Just as I have evolved throughout the years, she has as well. She is not perfect and neither am I but we are extremely similar.
I call her everyday for advice because I now trust her judgement. She is my rock and she will always love and support me no matter what I do. Although it took years and years for me to understand her, I am slowly but surely admiring all she has ever done for me and the rest of our family. She is a warrior and an amazing human being. I can only hope I become more and more like her as the days go by. It is a true honor. I am truly thankful for all of my mother’s love and support until the end of time. Cheers to that awkward moment when you turn into your mother and you are okay with that…