A species called woman

There are certain things in life that I fail miserably at and one of them is to show sympathy and compassion and understanding to the various boomerangs that come my way from a group called Women. I call them boomerangs as almost always I am the one triggering the Unpleasantness. There have been plenty written about it in many humorous ways but in my opinion they could be a species by themselves.

Don't get me wrong, I certainly like all of the women involved in my life.

Some situations I see ballooning like clouds in the distant skies are...

* I feel like crying... hmm reason..? no reason.. just feel like crying.. Well, finding/suggesting solutions is my nature and so I go..call Amma or Radhika, they would love to give you a ear.. Well, I don't want you to find a solution...just let me cry..goes on for some time till I blow a gasket.

* My mom is a glutton for emotional dependence. Every now and then she slumps for sympathy and an unsuspecting comment like "Just think you are fine and you will feel a lot better" would bring a flood of crying and looks that just seemingly indicates how heartless I am. Over the years I have learnt better..just going with the flow and adding how miserable she must be along with attention and sympathy cures whatever ails her.

* One that goes along the same lines of "Does this dress make my butt look big?" is another question that goes "What are you thinking now?" my my.. this is a double edge sword watch out if you happen to really blurt out what is on your mind you set the trap for a sleepless night arguing over something very mundane, if you go with a "nothing" for an answer you set yourself up for an argument about how uncommunicative you are how I never tell anything about what happens in the office or what I had for lunch or which friends I talked to in office.

But then if all women had the same mind set as that of a man would life be any fun?

I like women for just the way they are...