A Thought About Women

Women. How can we ever understand these specie who was said to came from Venus? You either loathe or love them. They either complete you or break you. They have mood swings that change faster than an automatic gearshift. They make our lives miserable yet life is dull without these colorful creatures. Their soft hearts melt you yet on the other hand, their unending mouth chat makes you crazy. They lament on equality yet they cry foul when not given special care. They alone can launch a thousand ships, inspire heroes to war and tame Greek gods. We treat them as trophies, a symbol of stature and success—for it’s always the most successful man who gets the hottest babe. A king’s ransom, as one would say. 

But what has plagued me for years about women is their psyche. I have decided that it was time for me to stop thinking like every hot-blooded male around and try to get into a woman’s head for a change than always aiming to get into their pants. How does really a woman’s brain work? Does it involved psychomotor theories? Or does it involve deeper psychoanalytic definitions the way Sigmund Freud’s theory conveys? No simple non- psychologist chap can answer that, I guess. It’s a league of its own. It’s not as straightforward as analyzing a football game, nor as infinitesimally amalgamated as Einstein’s atomic relativity. Its just women. Plain and simple. Yet intricately, densely complicated. Fire yet water. Yin and Yang at the same time. Alpha and Omega emerging at both sense. It’s confusing, I know. Maybe it’s easier to get Theseus out of the Minotaur’s labyrinth than trying to comprehend these dames. There are countless theories and unsolicited opinions you can read in magazines and  digest books. Varying ideas that sometimes even contradict with one another. What is it really about women that we can’t understand them? If you think asking them for help, don’t even count on it. Even they themselves are clueless on how their head works—though they always seem to pan the topic (even branding you rude). 

When you asked questions, you expect to find answers. In this case, I don’t seem to find a concrete one who can satisfy the weight of my query (well, not counting Freud’s Penis- envy hypothesis). So I decided to find the truth (or the facts?) my way—my style—the normal way… As what Sherlock Holmes would always say, "It is an old maxim that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." 

As I tried to understand women, I observed a lot of things. Things that you don’t normally sensed when all you think was impressing the gentler gender. 

Being in a group of women is like being in Normandy on D- Day. A warzone, to say the least (for a man, that is) especially if you’re the only gentleman alone in a group of gozziping dames (Of course, that won’t count if you have a heart which has an inclination to the fairer sex, if you know what I’m trying to say). I mean, they mock and laugh at their boyfriends like it’s an ordinary thing. And it petrified me to realize that in one time or another I did suffer the same dealing from my formers without me even knowing it.

Yet, at the end of the line, we guys were still more than thankful for women’s existence. Without them, we don’t have our loving mothers and our ever- caring wives or girlfriends. And we won’t have an excuse to look good so we can impress a girl down the street. Even in Genesis itself, a woman was created to ease the loneliness of the first man. God’s last creation and the most perfect symbol of a living art. The true embodiment of something that a man is not. Maybe like life, men are not really destined to understand these fine creatures. For like life, they’re not a puzzle to solve but a mystery you live. Come to think of it, maybe it’s that unpredictable nature that made them irresistible in the first place—you know, that quality that continually fascinates men. However we may try to understand women, the bottom line is—we Love them. In fact we adored them so much we can’t take them out of our minds. That’s why we make complicated writings such as this one just to mask our feelings that we do. Sure they drove us mad as hell sometimes, but that’s a small price to pay for the gift of their existence in our lives. More so for bringing us joy and bearing us children. Now, that is happiness.