Twisted Metal Minds

Clearly it is carnival time and I am having way too much fun to be bothered by thoughts or events that would ordinarily lay waste to my mind - in desperate need of an outlet. Suffice to say though, I still find myself some what amused by the subject of many of my blog musings.

Though less profound than the meaning of life, but equally confounding, are the actions/thoughts of women; more so when carefully (at least in their mind) crafted to draw a specific response/reaction. I have repeatedly told myself don't bother trying to figure out women, just enjoy/appreciate them for what (and who) they are - which is god's greatest gift (or curse, depending on whom you ask) to man. But, perhaps it is how I'm hard wired, because I persist in trying to find method to the madness - sometimes I figure it out, other times I don't.

Alas, I recline, smile and shake my head at the convolution that passes for logical thought processes, designed ostensibly to obtain a logical outcome. "Thank god I'm a man." I said to a friend recently; and often I hear women say "men have it easy". Not that the challenges of this life are more of a cake walk for either sex. But, if each of us could step out of ourselves, even for a moment and experience life as the opposite sex, perhaps we may have a better appreciation for the fortitude that is required to put up with the shit that we each mete out daily.