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This is not mine. This is an article by comedy writer John Cheese. Here is the original article:
One of the weirdest, most awkward parts of a relationship is knowing how to react when the other reaches their limit and shoots a geyser of saline out of their eyeholes. At least it is for men -- I obviously can't speak for women because of all this dong. But it seems to me that women are just as baffled at a man's lack of knowledge on how to react in those moments, as men are when a woman has them.
I can't fix that. Hell, I don't know if anyone can ... but I can at least explain why we turn into drooling dipshits when we see you crying.
#5 Crying = Problem ... Must Solve
The Situation:
The day has just been one huge broken, overflowing septic tank. You got all the way back to the office before realizing that McDonald's screwed up your order and ruined your lunch. You spilled coffee on your best shirt. You thought you were doing exceptional work, but your boss told you in so many terms that you'd be better off cleavage-polishing a brass pole at bachelor parties than doing your current job. He didn't say that exact thing, so you can't turn him in, but goddamnit, you know that's what he was thinking.
You get home, and it all hits you at once. Your husband asks what's wrong, and you tell him, "Nothing, it's just been a bad day," and leave it at that. You'd like to let loose and unload all of the shit that's been shoveled onto your back, but there's nothing he can really do about it. He can't unstain your shirt, and lunch is six hours in the past. Telling him about your boss would just piss him off, and there's a chance he'll call him up and threaten to spin-kick his pancreas in half, getting you fired. You just need to get in the tub and cry it out.
And maybe fill that tub with vodka.
But in His Mind ...
Men think of crying as a negative thing. I mean, we know the difference between an emotional breakdown and crying through your vows at the altar -- we're not that far removed from the concept. We're not thinking, "Oh, God, she's crying at her own wedding! She must hate me!" But in cases of the former, our natural instinct is to track down the cause of the problem and **** it to death.
It's not just a stereotype that men are linear thinkers. We like simple solutions to fixable problems. It's how we give ourselves worth and keep things stable and organized in our heads. So when we see a woman crying, to us it's like our car alarm going off at 3 a.m., and we're desperately fumbling around and pressing every button on the keys to shut it off before the neighbors wake up and sic their monkeys on us.
Don't underestimate them. They'll bite your whole goddamn face off.
In a panic, we attempt to locate what triggered the episode: What made her cry? How can I eliminate it? What can I do to make her happy right this second? Will joking help? Should I hug her? Let her punch me in the ****? Whatever it takes, that's what I'm doing because this is awful. To many of us, it's inconceivable that there might not be a solution at all because ...
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One of the weirdest, most awkward parts of a relationship is knowing how to react when the other reaches their limit and shoots a geyser of saline out of their eyeholes. At least it is for men -- I obviously can't speak for women because of all this dong. But it seems to me that women are just as baffled at a man's lack of knowledge on how to react in those moments, as men are when a woman has them.
I can't fix that. Hell, I don't know if anyone can ... but I can at least explain why we turn into drooling dipshits when we see you crying.
#5 Crying = Problem ... Must Solve
The Situation:
The day has just been one huge broken, overflowing septic tank. You got all the way back to the office before realizing that McDonald's screwed up your order and ruined your lunch. You spilled coffee on your best shirt. You thought you were doing exceptional work, but your boss told you in so many terms that you'd be better off cleavage-polishing a brass pole at bachelor parties than doing your current job. He didn't say that exact thing, so you can't turn him in, but goddamnit, you know that's what he was thinking.
You get home, and it all hits you at once. Your husband asks what's wrong, and you tell him, "Nothing, it's just been a bad day," and leave it at that. You'd like to let loose and unload all of the shit that's been shoveled onto your back, but there's nothing he can really do about it. He can't unstain your shirt, and lunch is six hours in the past. Telling him about your boss would just piss him off, and there's a chance he'll call him up and threaten to spin-kick his pancreas in half, getting you fired. You just need to get in the tub and cry it out.
And maybe fill that tub with vodka.
But in His Mind ...
Men think of crying as a negative thing. I mean, we know the difference between an emotional breakdown and crying through your vows at the altar -- we're not that far removed from the concept. We're not thinking, "Oh, God, she's crying at her own wedding! She must hate me!" But in cases of the former, our natural instinct is to track down the cause of the problem and **** it to death.
It's not just a stereotype that men are linear thinkers. We like simple solutions to fixable problems. It's how we give ourselves worth and keep things stable and organized in our heads. So when we see a woman crying, to us it's like our car alarm going off at 3 a.m., and we're desperately fumbling around and pressing every button on the keys to shut it off before the neighbors wake up and sic their monkeys on us.
Don't underestimate them. They'll bite your whole goddamn face off.
In a panic, we attempt to locate what triggered the episode: What made her cry? How can I eliminate it? What can I do to make her happy right this second? Will joking help? Should I hug her? Let her punch me in the ****? Whatever it takes, that's what I'm doing because this is awful. To many of us, it's inconceivable that there might not be a solution at all because ...