The way we are wired...

I was talking about this with a colleague at work, and I thought I would put my thoughts here while on my break. They say that men are wired differently than women in the sense that they can separate sex from the feeling of being in love, but I highly question that in some ways.

On the one hand, yes I agree that many men can indeed do this. I lived with someone who was clearly capable of this. Where I disagree is the statement that ALL men can do this at ALL times. Clearly some men can do this about 99% of the time, but what happens when they truly fall in love with someone? They may be able to separate it with everyone else, but what about that one person they are clearly in love with? It's something that's quite a phenomenon for me, because I really don't think you have to say "I love you" to make it obvious that you do, so for someone to say that they can separate the feeling by simply not saying "I love you" is kind of a weak argument.

Beyond the men that truly can separate the two, I believe there are men that say they can, but given the right circumstances, they too become very "mushy gushy" as women are assumed to be.

My colleague said that men and women are just wired differently sometimes, but that some men are wired very similar to women in this aspect. I would like to go a step further in saying that most of us are wired pretty much the same. I think we all have situations in which we could probably separate the two and be very happy, but at the same time, there are other situations where, given the right person, we have such an emotional, deep, love for that person that separation of the physical and the emotional is virtually impossible because they become fused together by feelings.

Men may be from Mars and women may be from Venus, but there are certain aspects of both that make us similar. We do infact all live on Earth afterall...

I swear posts will not always be this personal

Eventually I'll have to write something in here of substance.. other than my own woah is me life. But until I have the time to sit and think about something else...here I am..struggling to get it all together...and you, my lovely readers get to suffer. Who knows..I may not be making anyone suffer. Maybe people gloss over it...or maybe when I send it out to twitter nobody really even clicks it.

In that case, I'd be almost relieved...sort of.

I'm in a half melancholy mood tonight. Not really for any particular reason.. mostly because of hormones...that have been going crazy lately.

You see, I had this problem in my late teens of menstruating too frequently. Literally one week on one week off. I've been off BC since I was 19...it's been relatively normal. This is the second month it's slipped up, and I need to get it taken care of.

No worries...I'll get it taken care of. I'm afraid it will take another pap though, and if that's the case...I have 300 dollars to my name..and 300 dollars in bills to pay this month. *sighness* That means asking the mother for money....

I guess that's where it leads me to right now. I am 24 years old, living with my best guy friend..turned surrogate older brother.. and I can't even give myself the basic essentials that I need to survive.

Ouch... talk about a kick in the pride...

The problem is I need a job. The job I have, I haven't been working much of lately, in order to find more time to study for econ. My test is a week from this Tuesday..and I'm scared Shitless. I need something to push me...something to tell me that I'm capable. Given recent events, I don't think calling up the Ex and asking him as a friend to push me, motivate me the way he used to...is going to happen. I'm pretty sure I'm the last person he wants to talk to at this point, but oh could I use someone to push me. To tell me that they truly think I am cut out for this...

Sometimes...I really doubt myself...and it's hard. It's hard to stay motivated, when all I want to do is break down.

I just need to get over this hump...and try not to get down.

I really thought I'd have more to say here... I guess it's just a quiet night.