Strong vs Emotional
Be a Man.
The sentence that is said so many times it has become a catch phrase.
Be a Man
What do we define be a man as? what does society define be a man as? What do we as woman in relationships define as what it means to 'be a Man!'
We have connected the phrase to characterizing what a man should be. Mainly as;
Protectors
Providers
Strong
Leaders
Pillars
A shoulder to cry on and a ear to listen to our bad days.
All along forgetting that even though man are seen as these strong, emotionless being that should be made of steel, that can not break, nor shatter. No liquid should fill their eyes, and never roll down their cheeks.
We have grown so accustom to these terms that hang like invisible strands with labels on them. We have said this to men so many time that had started believing it. We don't see the human side to them and so often it is sad that they don't either, having forgotten what it feels like to open up, to cry, to just be human.
As woman, we need to understand sometimes, a loving kiss can calm the storm within that man, a hug can comfort them without you realizing they need it, a simple "How was your day?" and being the ear to listen could lift a heavy weight from his shoulders, showing affection when you notice he is at breaking point and taking it as an opportunity to remind him of the strong human he is and that even steel can be melted under the highest heat. A simple "I am proud of you, and can see you trying" might be the little push he needs to keep going or push forward.
So, try to remember that even with this society tags, before those labels, a Man is Human too, and is entitled to every emotion, every way of affection just like you.
The “Real” Intelligencia
This is hard for me to tell. After all, I do consider myself somewhat smart, although I have had to work at it, as I am by no means naturally gifted. Some of you will laugh at me, but you will only laugh because you are a bully. Others will sympathize, and still others empathize, as they too have been suckered in by the intelligencia, but I have come to the painful realization that my dog General Sherman is smarter than I am. You shouldn’t laugh though, you stupid Bully. He is probably smarter than you, too.
Think about it. You spend a very good portion of your life at a job you deplore, working for assholes you can’t stand, doing work that… well… a dog wouldn’t do, all while waiting for the chance to retire so that you can do what my dog General Sherman already does; loaf, and fish.
This very minute he is lying on a blanket in the warm square of sunlight just inside the picture window while I type. He is not asleep, as he is plenty rested from a night in the bed curled up spooning alongside my wife. No, he is lying over there awake, waiting for his breakfast, hoping he won’t have to beg for it today. But if I do not get up soon to get it for him he will ever so slowly get himself up, stretch his whole body out lazily, and then make his way to my chair where he will lay his chin on my thigh until I get up and get his breakfast for him. After he eats he will wake up Josey Wales and together they will walk to the garage door where they will stand there stating at it, their tails swaying in hypnotic sequence, until I throw on my coat and walk them around the lake, no matter that it is 15 degrees and dropping. He will then get back in the bed with Pooky-Bear while I shower before heading off to that yucky job that I really only need because someone must pay for the dog’s bi-monthly $260 vet bills, his $200 monthly spa day, his weekly $60 bag of “Veterinary Select Royal Canin Protein Enriched Food”, and the $50 a week worth of Greenies and Peanut Butter Bones my wife insists that he must have, just as I ( she claims) require my 1/5 of single malt scotch. It is a good argument. One I will never win.
Yes, life is good for the canine intelligencia… I only wish I was smart enough to get in on the gig.