Really, we are strange or complicated, whichever word you prefer.
Each woman is so different. Women may share ideas or opinions, likes or dislikes, but their brains are so intrinsically unique.
We are quite complicated. Though some may claim they’re not, they lie.
Men, on the other hand, seem quite simple.
I’m not saying “simple” as in dumb or oblivious, although there are those that are. I’m saying their thought patterns don’t travel in a million different directions. While women can make themselves crazy with their own brain activity.
A man can think about one thing at a time. Simple, huh?
Men are easily content.
A man can be happy by you simply handing him the remote, napping in the recliner, eating pizza that you allowed him to eat on the couch, watching football, or you giving him the tiniest compliment.
A woman, on the other hand, always thinks beyond such simple acts … like, he’s not interested in me because he’d rather watch football, what’s the meaning behind his compliment, what does he want, he wants me to be fat by ordering pizza … he must not love me anymore because ____________ (you fill in the blank). And, the list goes on and on. One thought leads to the next and you’ve got a raging battle going on inside as you smile and sit there quietly.
I blame Solomon.
I’ve always had some idea that Solomon has something to do with our insecurities as women and how we feel about one another. We can love another woman like a sister one minute and want to pull every stand of hair out of her head the next.
We are so competitive with one another.
Geez Louise. In the grand scheme of things, who cares if Mary Beth’s peach cobbler is better than mine? Or if Suzie Lou has enough hair on her head for two people while I struggle with my three strands? Or if Cathy Jo’s kids sit quietly in church with their hands folded on their laps while mine drop an entire pack of raisins on the floor and then punch each other for doing it? Or if Cindy Lee’s husband bought her a day at the spa for Valentine’s Day while my husband showed up with a ThermaCare patch and brownie mix for me to bake (although that kinda sounds good right now)? (none of these things actually happened to me … just go with it. And, yes every woman in this post has two first names. I like it.)
Anyway … you see it? Get my point?
There’s always competition whether we care to admit it or not.
Let’s go back to Solomon and my theory.
Solomon had what? … like 300 wives and 700 concubines. I think that’s right.
Talk about competition.
Who will he choose tonight? I have to stand out more than the other girls. Who does he really love? All these thoughts, all the while, living together like sisters. Hello, complicated.
This mentality was passed down to their daughters and to their daughters and to their daughters until multiple generations of insecure women were born.
Now, yes, it’s gotten worse over time due to our environment and the darn media, but, really, it was always there.
It’s just a little theory I have. I’m still perfecting it.
My point is that there are no two women alike. And, each one is a bit strange in her thinking.
OK, hold up … This started out as a post about men, but then I rambled. So, I guess I’ll save my man post for tomorrow. Because, boy do I have opinions about them. Let’s leave it at this for now: they’re simple. But, they each have one massive insecurity they deal with that I’ll post my opinion about tomorrow.
And, remember … Beth Moore has been stirring all these things up inside of me. Get “So Long, Insecurity.” Go down to the bookstore and get it today. It will change your life.
Wow. Never thought about women's issues starting with Solomon. Interesting thought…I'll have to think on it.
I definitely need to put that book on my wish list! Can't wait to hear what you have for us tomorrow.
-FringeGirl
You are so right. I love your post.
I'm reading the book too – Wow, wow, wow. I can not believe how much truth is on every single page! Good, convicting, eye opening. I am recommending it to every woman I know!