Thursday, September 30, 2010

Thanks for all good guys

Let’s get on writing.

Most women always complain that guys are insensitive, less compassionate and mud-headed when it comes to feelings.
For me, I always thought that guys are just more collected, they are from Mars, their nerves are probably less attached to the heart,
their tear-ducts are purposely clogged, so most boys don’t cry.

Until recently, although I probably had known but never comes to full realization before, that guys are much more noble that all of that above.
It was just a simple little thing in life that showed me that.

I’m into plants and gardening for about a year plus, which is something new to me in the past and even now. I was trying to set up a very simple water tank when I stumbled into
a fish shop that had many many mini fresh water pufferfish.

Get this right, I’m terrified of fish. Call me bullshit, as I dive. I embrace underwater fish in their natural habitat, but I’m particular scared with fish that are kept at home, in a tank,
wherever I might have a chance to see them dying or suffocated by jumping out. However, this particular mini puffer attracted my attention because of their mini smily faces, their cuteness, and how they look healthy in the tank, more over I always have soft spot for them in the sea. Although hesitating, I brought up the idea of puffer tank to hubby, who then suggested me not too.

First, his excuse was it would be smelly if not well taken care of. But it shouldn’t be an issue because once I committed to something, I usually take time to make sure I’d do necessary care of them. I was slightly disappointed, but together with my own hesitation, I then told my friend who encouraged me for puffer fish tank about why I would not do it.

Then I found out another reason, the real reason, that hubby had tried to keep the very same puffers in the past. It was so hard to maintain, water temperature etc etc that the whole tank rapidly perished within a week.
My friend told me, no wonder hubby rejected the idea, beside he worried about my fear, he knew it would be very difficult, and then he had to console me if anything failed.

Then it hits me.

This is the task of every guy, well, every good guy has to be aware and brace themselves to. To always be there to console the other sex when anything going wrong.
They have to be the ones who are stronger, who can lend a shoulder to cry on, and by the same time trying to compress their own feelings or sadness.
This is merely a significant example, but the point is quite clear.
I remember how my dad and my uncles trying to console my mom when my grandpa passed away, they had to be the strong one and nursed their sorrow a little while later,
probably on their own.
Or when something bad happens that affected all, you’ll see the girls cried or whatever while the guys rarely shed a tears in front of anyone.

What is worse, not being able to express your sadness, have to offer words of encouragement when they themselves need ones or have to appear strong when you are broken hearted inside?

And we sometimes thought they are the worst consoler just because they don’t know how to say the right comforting words.

Blessing to all good guys.
Thanks for being there for us.


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