
Originally Posted by
Unboxxed
Wow, it's that last statement that resonates with me. Watch how your statement shows up in my own story:
Back in my 20s I took a night class at a community college, forgot what subject, but the teacher, a woman, was very smart and over the course of the course I came to admire her intellect. I could understand her. She had her shit together.
One evening, when class had ended and everyone was piling out of the room, I stayed behind to ask her a followup question on the night's material. But then, when that was over, I decided to ask her the most important question that had been perplexing me in life. I bet she could tell me.
Me: "May I ask you a question about women?"
"Sure", she replied, seeing this shift in conversation, repositioning herself on the desk to which she had been leaning, to now half-sit on its corner, arms now folded, curious as to what I was going to say next. It was just us in the room.
"Why is it that, when you ask a woman what she wants in a guy, she says all the things that a nice guy would be, but when you are those nice things, she goes for the jerks instead?"
I had no idea if this was a common observation, or would be years later. Pre-internet, guys didn't seem to talk with each other like this. I thought it was my lone observation. I didn't know who to ask, until now.
My teacher looked me in the eyes and no doubt saw my sincerity, perhaps even my innocence. She knew me by now, likely knew why I would trust to ask her, knew that I, as the young intellectual thinker I was, needed an answer I could use. One I could believe in. This is no time to answer casually, I bet she thought. So, she gave me her answer and, yes, I accepted it.
And it changed my life.
What she said was, when I ask a woman that question, what does she want in a guy, at that precise moment that I am asking her that question, at that precise moment, I am accessing her intellect and so it is from her intellect that her answer is brought forth, and as such it would be the best most nice-sounding set of wants that an intellect would produce. However, that same woman could go out to a nightclub that very night, walk in the door, see a jerk standing there ten feet away, dressed up and looking good, and be attracted to him. The woman will not summon to mind what she said to me earlier in the day. At this point her intellect is not engaged. It is her emotions in play, not her intellect.
I told the teacher I understood, and I did. Her answer was almost a description of my question, an acknowledgement of its validity, but she went deeper, into motivating forces, I suppose you'd say. Perhaps, too, hearing it come from an intellect I trusted, someone who was not me, and a woman yet, gave me the confidence that I was hearing truth and not just my imagination trapping me.
I thanked her, and left for home. Still, this was not the moment that changed my life.
All these years later I still remember the drive home in the dark, alone, radio off, as I thought about what she had said, where my life forever changed. I thought, what kind of a human being would tell a sincere someone (me) one thing but do another? Whether a woman is aware of her duality in this or not, what kind of human beings do this? And on such an important topic of human interaction as this, which I figured was only the tip of the iceberg. How can a human being have one part of their brain say one thing and another part of their brain say a different thing and not have these two parts talk to each other to get their shit together? And as this is how women are as human beings, then women are fucked up and I want nothing to do with them!
And upon thinking that, it was like a huge trouble lifted from my shoulders. No more fretting about trying to get a woman. Or doubting myself for being unable to get one like other guys can. That entire endeavor was removed from my plate. I cannot ever be with a mind that says one thing but does another. That is just an overriding common sense. Putting myself with such a person would be a completely disastrous thing to do and wrong for good mental health, I don't care what the rest of the world does. It suddenly got as simple and clear as that.
And at that moment I was forever free.
However, as I was still walking around in a blue pill society full of blue pill men who sought to place themselves with human beings who say one thing but do another, this made me keep my story to myself.
I just thought I would never get around to telling this story until I read what you wrote about this kind of being, Jacknife. So, thanks.