I absolutely love to travel with The Marine. When we travel together, we get alone time over meals and while driving that we hardly ever get otherwise. We are so similar that we share thoughts and ideals. I can often say stupid things to him…stop…try again…and he finishes my sentence perfectly. And coming from him, it sounds logical.
There is an adage that states “Ask a stupid question…” Well, sometimes, when you ask a stupid question, you get a prophetic answer as a gift. Maybe it is a gift for being courageous enough to ask. I don’t know, but I was so impressed with this exchange that I have to share the quiet conversation that evolved at lunch on our way to Orlando.
As we were eating, I suddenly found myself saying, “What is it like to be a man?” I had been thinking of all of the privileges and treatments men get by society just for being born with the ability to pee standing up when the waitress put the check on his side of the table as she strolled off.
Without looking up or missing a bite, he said, “well…competitive.”
Not at all expecting that answer (although I can’t say what I did expect), my quizzical look brought further explanation.
“We are born to believe that we have to be the fittest. Win the race, support our families, work the hardest, make the most money, date the prettiest women, and drive the fastest cars. We are taught not to show fear, love, pain, sensuality, or weakness. Even though we don’t have to hunt for food anymore, we still have to maintain our caveman attitude or be considered weak. We are told to hold up the world on our shoulders and be happy about it.”
Incredible. I blinked a few times to clear away the fog. Huh…I have to think about that one. More to come. ~~Dee