It is a commonly held belief that men and women communicate differently. It is said women want their feelings validated, while we men just want answers. In this scenario, men have a problem with what is termed touchy-feely stuff, because they just want the bottom line, what’s important, and feelings aren’t. I don’t believe that, not for a second. The main fault in this communication breakdown lies with men. Generally, women have always tried harder in this area.
When there is communication trouble between men and women, it is easy to simply toss it up to: “Women just don’t understand men, and men just don’t understand women.” It has been my observation that the real problem is with respect, not some made-up, so-called difference in communication styles of men and women. And in this matter, men don’t respect women -- not even their wives. So when their wives try to talk to them, most men --let me repeat, most men, which means not all men -- act a bit like the teenager when Mom or Dad start talking: “Great, here they go again!”
Men think the things women have to contend with are nothing compared with what they have to contend with. Consequently, they believe their wives can’t possibly understand them, and they therefore put little effort in trying to communicate with them. I will call this the "Archie Bunker" way of dealing with women. They believe their male counterparts understand, but that is because men give their friends the respect they won’t give their wives.
When a woman talks to her husband about some problem at her work, the most common answer he gives is: “Well just quit” -- or something like that. And when a wife gets bugged at such a response that, in effect, communicates, “I don’t care about your problems. I have real problems; don’t expect me to give you any more time than this flippant reply”, the man suddenly remembers, “Oh yeah, women just want their feelings validated, they aren’t looking for a solution.”
Men as well as women want to know that somebody understands what they are going through, and if the person you care about the most is not willing to give you the time of day when you need to vent... Oh, that’s right, that’s what men call it when they aren’t looking for a solution to something, they just need to talk to somebody about their frustrations -- or dare I say, their feelings.
Men are not from Mars and women are not from Venus. We both live on the planet Earth, and if men would give women the same sense of HUMAN respect that they give to other men, there would be very little problem communicating between the sexes.
I just needed to vent!
These are the feelings of the man in this family --
Noe
Showing posts with label real happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label real happiness. Show all posts
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What makes you happy...
Happiness, to some extent, could be considered a matter of semantics. After all, some may think of happiness as a fleeting feeling of elation, whereas others could think of it as a deeper, more enduring sense of well-being. In either case, I think most people that give the subject of happiness that kind of thought would agree that, even though the expression ‘whatever makes you happy’ is used everyday, it is not a matter of being made happy as much as it is being happy.
I often observed in my son as he was growing up (he is now in his mid-twenties) that he would be happy in such varying circumstances, some of which most kids would have been complaining, ‘it’s so boring’. He was satisfied wherever he was, regardless of whether there were other young ones or just a gathering of adults. When it was just adults, he would listen, laugh and have a good time, rather than complain that he was not somewhere else.
So it has struck me through the years watching my son, that what makes us happy is our own attitude or disposition to our circumstances. And we can all do something about that, to make ourselves happier than we might generally be.
Noe
I often observed in my son as he was growing up (he is now in his mid-twenties) that he would be happy in such varying circumstances, some of which most kids would have been complaining, ‘it’s so boring’. He was satisfied wherever he was, regardless of whether there were other young ones or just a gathering of adults. When it was just adults, he would listen, laugh and have a good time, rather than complain that he was not somewhere else.
So it has struck me through the years watching my son, that what makes us happy is our own attitude or disposition to our circumstances. And we can all do something about that, to make ourselves happier than we might generally be.
Noe
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