I swear, she’s alive but not so well…

Our dearest blogess, Amylynn, did not forget you. I called her this morning, becasue in the absence of a blogpost last night, I was concerned about her. Turns out she WAS in fact sick yesterday. And though she was at work when I spoke to her, she had gone to a minute clinic and been diagnosed with Strep throat! I hope my sister is sleeping soundly at this moment.

Something has me curious. You know how people have friendships? I think women have the art perfected. I don’t know what I would do without my female friends. They know everything there is to know about me. If I hit a snag, if I am down, if I am totally confused about life, they know me well enough to advise me, to suggest solutions that I get, because they know me.

They know my weaknesses. My strengths. They know what makes me laugh, what makes me cringe and that I love tie-dye, even if they don’t. They don’t mind that I never saw Grease, or that I don’t like sports. They let it pass that I’m not that into pirates, but crave The Doors. They even encourage my crazy ideas. They know my deepest wishes, even though they don’t share them, and they ALWAYS hope for the best for me.

So here is what has me curious.

Men don’t have that. At least, with my bachelors degree in a scientific field, I have no evidence of it.

I have overheard man conversations, between men that are life-long friends. Between men that supposedly KNOW each other. (I apologize in advance to men who have real friendships, but you are unique among the man world.)

Most men, talk about movies they loved in high school. They talk about music. They talk about some sports team that is a)doing well, b)not doing well, or c)when they last did well.
They talk about strange people that they work with. They talk about going to Vegas.

They talk about women, but not real women. They talk about women’s body parts. Who looked how whenever they saw her last. How short the skirt was. Bla Bla Bla.

But men don’t seem to know anything about how other men feel. Which to me seems kind of sad.

So I have dubbed these relationships “manships”. Because what use are they? A bunch of just hearing each other talk about random things sprinkled throughout their lives. Most of which just seems as if it’s trying to be boastful. Deep Sigh.

If only they knew what it could be like.

Oh. That’s right.

They do. My husband overheard me talking for over an hour to Amylynn one night, and was entirely too disturbed that we had such an in-depth conversation about everything.

So I guess that’s what has me curious. Wouldn’t you want someone else outside of your brain to actually know you?