My mechanic could tell me anything and I’d believe it. I know absolutely nothing about cars. I recently had to get new rotors. After paying $550+ a male friend of mine asked if I needed new ones or just needed the old ones turned. I had no idea. Since I’d already payed for the new ones, I lied and said the old ones were pretty bad.
Women are incredibly strange/dumb/useless when it comes to CERTAIN things. I’ll list a few I have noticed, but please note, I understand there ARE exceptions.
1) The aforementioned, cars. Most of us take the car to the mechanic because “it’s louder than usual,” or “it’s been 3,000 miles.” But, for the most part, tell me I need new fluid in the headlights and I’ll probably believe and pay for it.
2) Yard work. It’s things like weed eating, mowing or fertilizer/seed spreading that baffles us. Why would we do anything in 100+ degree weather in long pants? Furthermore, even though a mower might be our louder version of a vacuum, it’s much bigger and the bag for it is much heavier. Gardening we can do; manual labor we do not.
3) Put a camera in the mix and some of us feel a strange urge to become uber slutty. I’m sure we’ve all seen something retarded like this before:
I honestly have no idea what we’re thinking when we do this stuff. And why on Earth would we want these stupid actions forever documented? Even I don’t understand.
4) There are some things that no matter what we’re going through could make us happy. These might include shopping, sweets, full body massages or a chick flick at night in front of a fire. No kidding, if a girl is upset, mention any of these and she’ll perk right up. The last thing in the world I need is another pair of black shoes, however, it never fails, when I’m shoe shopping the first pair I go for is always a black pump. It’s like my happy place.
5) I think comedians around the world have played this one out, but it’s so true. Driving directions in a new city. Give me a subway map and I’m good. It’s sort of a connect the dots situation. But plop me in a new city and make me drive across town to a restaurant then back to my hotel and it’s like monkey doing math. I don’t know what it is, but we completely lose our footing. I, honest to God, could not tell you how pissed off I get when someone tells me to go West toward something. Cardinal directions mean NOTHING to me in a car and mean even less in a strange city.
Girls and boys have strong and weak attributes (maybe I’ll do an entry someday on how guys are useless at some stuff). And some of these things make people think women must be incredibly easy to figure out. Isn’t it crazy then that we can be so complicated. It’s because we are driven so much by emotion and feeling. Don’t get trapped into thinking these weaknesses by any means warrant some cool saying like, “Dude, I’ve totally got this one pinned.” You have about as much of a chance of figuring out why we think some of the stupid ways we think as we have at determining which way is East on a highway.
