Consider the alternative
Guys, women can come down pretty hard on us, can’t they? We leave the toilet seat up . . . We “accidentally” belch in public . . . We’ll drive to Hell and back before we’ll stop and ask for directions . . . We pass gas and pretend it smells sweet . . . We own the remote control . . . We have body hair like shag carpeting . . . We go shirtless, with our bellies hanging out, and we still think we’re sexy . . . Ummm, women may have a point.
But I’m still glad I’m a man. I’m glad that the vast majority of my phone conversations are finished in less than thirty seconds. I’m glad that I’m not expected to know the names of more than five colors (chartreuse . . . what the heck is that?). I’m glad that if another guy shows up at a party wearing the same outfit I have on, we’ll probably become best buddies. I’m glad that we can do our nails with a pocketknife or our teeth. I’m glad that we can kill our own food. I’m glad that we never have to drive to another gas station because this one is “too icky.”
A couple of years ago I was teaching about the “challenges” we have in life simply because of the differences that are typically innate between the male and female species. After I finished teaching, a woman who was in her mid-fifties came up to me and said, “Greg, my husband had a heart-attack and died just about a year ago.” She continued, “You can’t imagine how I would love to walk into my bathroom and find the toilet seat up. You can’t imagine how I would love to hear him say ‘No, I’m not stopping to ask for directions.’”
So, men and women, we have our differences. And, we have to learn to live with them. But consider the alternative. As challenging as gender differences may be . . . I, for one, am thankful for them. I’m thankful for the joy and the wonder, the “looks” and the smiles, that the tension brings.
Now, I have to go, because my buddies are coming over to watch the Cavs play the Wizards. Nachos, chili dogs and “man talk.” Life is good. Ladies, trust me on this one.
But I’m still glad I’m a man. I’m glad that the vast majority of my phone conversations are finished in less than thirty seconds. I’m glad that I’m not expected to know the names of more than five colors (chartreuse . . . what the heck is that?). I’m glad that if another guy shows up at a party wearing the same outfit I have on, we’ll probably become best buddies. I’m glad that we can do our nails with a pocketknife or our teeth. I’m glad that we can kill our own food. I’m glad that we never have to drive to another gas station because this one is “too icky.”
A couple of years ago I was teaching about the “challenges” we have in life simply because of the differences that are typically innate between the male and female species. After I finished teaching, a woman who was in her mid-fifties came up to me and said, “Greg, my husband had a heart-attack and died just about a year ago.” She continued, “You can’t imagine how I would love to walk into my bathroom and find the toilet seat up. You can’t imagine how I would love to hear him say ‘No, I’m not stopping to ask for directions.’”
So, men and women, we have our differences. And, we have to learn to live with them. But consider the alternative. As challenging as gender differences may be . . . I, for one, am thankful for them. I’m thankful for the joy and the wonder, the “looks” and the smiles, that the tension brings.
Now, I have to go, because my buddies are coming over to watch the Cavs play the Wizards. Nachos, chili dogs and “man talk.” Life is good. Ladies, trust me on this one.
posted by Greg Nettle at 7:58 AM
5 Comments:
This is so true!!! my husband drives a truck and is gone usually about 2 to 3 weeks at a time. when he's home, all those things that you mentioned annoy me like nothing else!!! but when he's gone, i don't walk into the bathroom to find the seat up, i don't find dirty dishes laying around the house, i don't come home from work to find the bed unmade and him laying on the couch sleeping, and boy do i wish so badly for those things, until he comes home again :) it's still annoying when he's home, but it's those little things that makes him who he is and that's the person i love!!! i wouldn't trade those little annoying habbits for anything!
Every day above dirt's a good one.
- Rick
www.rickroyer.blogspot.com
What a great post.
When we first started planning our wedding about a year ago, my husband and I and my parents were in a restaurant trying to figure out details and decide on things.
A waitress came over and said she had overheard us. Her face was badly disfigured and she was handicapped and told us that she had lost her husband in a fire several years before (presumably in the same accident that left her disfigured). In tears, she said to me, "All those details and little things aren't important. This man that is sitting next to you, he is what is important." (It also turns out she had the same wedding date that we did).
I still think about her and what she said. You never know when someone will be taken from you that you love. It is important to appreciate and love them every day, and to overlook the little things.
Great piece here. Thanks for the insight. I think the Bulls look real strong brother; but what do I know, I'ma Sixers Fan! :-)
Anyway.., gonna let my wife read this one. Peace bro.
IHL,
Richie
Sounds like the series Granger did... glad God is using it in your neck of the woods, too!
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