People usually don’t like it when I copy and paste something I wrote elsewhere. But I haven’t done this in a while, so grin and bear it. Cheers.
The following was written up in response to something written elsewhere. So you probably have to have a browse before the context is clarified.
Fact: Men often aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed. (Refer to pause or any other tell-tale sign when asked “Do I look fat?”, for an example.)
So please don’t hinge your state of mind (degree of happiness?) on and by passively mulling over everything he has to say (or doesn’t say, or things you “sense from his (in)actions”). For all your keen senses (yes, I admit they exist and try my best not to offend a radar I cannot sense), I think there are times when women forget they are primarily strong, independent, intelligent people (with their own clear opinions) and more-than-deserving of being cherished.
I know I wrote this in response to some random woman’s worry about whether some random guy fancied her. But I address it to all womankind, as a reminder of their individuality and an apology toward them for all that men (including I) have done (and preemptively, for what we will do).
Men are basically stupid. It isn’t worth over-analysing their their (lack of)words/(in)actions, and you probably won’t feel much better if you do.
On a forcibly-related note, my medical insurance providers just sent me a letter stating gender reassignment surgery is now covered under my plan! Oh joy of joys!
And just when you stop being sure what’s a joke and what’s not, you start feeling queasy on the inside.