For Slvr

Slvr suggested in one of my previous posts to address the thought processes of men in a specific situation where they are so caught up in guy events that they unfortunately neglect to spend time with their favorite gal.  To make matters worse, in a vain attempt to correct the situation, offer a sacrifice of their time to assuage the hurt of the aforesaid gal, having totally missed the point.  I hope I can shed light on this matter.

History Lesson #1 – Its all about evolution, baby! 

When man was first put upon this earth and was having to hunt for survival, he soon realized that as a single male, he might at best bring down a random deer, perhaps a small buffalo, but mostly he would be relegated to rabbits, mice, and an occasional possum.  Fortunately, in an epiphany moment, he realized he could hunt with his buddies and the size of the game increased exponentially with the number of guys involved.

If you have five buddies, you take a buffalo and everyone eats well.  Make it ten buddies and you take a small woolly mammoth.  Have three buddies and some fermented mare’s milk, and you take a large woolly mammoth, lose two buddies, but you have wonderful memories to blubber about over future encounters with fermented drinks.

From this progression in hunting techniques the bond between guys develops.  They look to each other for support, affirmation, and to share their deepest fears with by hiding those fears behind bravado and rather stupid acts of foolhardiness.   Life was good with the buddies.  You weren’t in the cave where you would have to listen to unhappy babies squalling, demanding attention, and making sure your every nerve was frayed… and then there were the children too… who could also make some noise of their own accord.

As history progresses we find this need to hang with the guys grows ever stronger.  Let me offer you some examples;

  • The building of the ark.  Guys, tools, and lumber.  Enough said.
  • The exodus out of Egypt.  Moses and Aaron kept it within the buddyhood and yes, it took them forty years to cross since they didn’t want to stop and ask directions, but really, how could you stop with one million buddies watching you?
  • Building of the pyramids.  Guys overseeing other guys to do their work while they themselves sipped brewskis and chased babes in long skirts while wearing short skirts of their own.  Yeah, I know, this wasn’t a pretty time for buddydom.
  •  The hanging gardens of Babylon.  Oops, that was a girl buddy thing which I believe eventually fell and was lost forever.  I bet it was color coordinated though.
  • The French Revolution.  A bunch of guys deciding they were tired of Louis the XIV dressing up in drag and ordering them around.  So what do they do?  The drink about it, pout about it, and finally take care of business by getting all of their other guy friends out of the Bastille.  Things would’ve been cool if it hadn’t been for Dr. Guillotine’s wife wanted to grab the limelight with her hubby’s invention and man, did everyone lose their head over that!
  • The American Revolution.  A bunch of guys hanging out in Philadelphia and over pints, writing up this little document called the Declaration of Independence.
  • The Civil War.  Your first really good buddy vs. buddy war.  At least we were color coordinated for this little tiff but I have a suspicion there was a woman involved in that since most guys would’ve just shown up in t-shirts and jeans.

I think you get my point.  We have grown as a species through guys hanging with guys until the 20th century when someone decided it wasn’t cool for guys to hang with each other and instead, they should be spending quality time with the prettier and smarter side of the species doing such activities as shopping, talking about their emotions, and giving feedback during conversation to assure their partner that they were listening.  Notice…  no pints, no ale, no fermented drinks… no bravado… no killing of animals.  The very essence of guydom had been stripped away.

I think I will let you ponder the history portion today and soon we will discuss the psyche of buddydom and guydom… why it makes sense if you are saturated with testosterone.

Thursday 13 for September 16th

Thirteen Random Thoughts About This Week…

  1. My trip to Austin last Sunday was great!  Wonderful day spent with my gal.
  2. Watched Army of Darkness.  “This is my boom stick.”  “Give me some sugar, baby.”
  3. I think that movie was one of the campiest I’ve seen, but it was fun.
  4. People constantly surprise me with how crass they can be.
  5. People constantly surprise me with how gracious they can be.
  6. The fair starts this week.  Should be a fun ten days!
  7. I like looking at all the livestock.  Especially now folks are showing exotics.
  8. As a kid I always thought, “If you’ve seen one Hereford’s butt, you’ve seen them all.”  I think livestock exhibits aren’t the most thrilling thing for kids.
  9. We also have a rodeo.  I root for the animals.
  10. I especially root for the calves in the calf roping events.
  11. I once saw a cowboy in a pink shirt doing bull dogging.  I’m sorry, that just isn’t right.  The bull deserved better than that.
  12. As you walk down some streets in our town, the lovely pungent odor of decaying crickets assaults your olfactory nerves.
  13. We have a new Starbucks in town.  It is closer and much more convenient.  Some days those little blessings just pop out and bite you… which is a good thing.

There Are Days You Just Want To Strangle Someone But You’re Too Tired To Hide The Body

Oh yeah… some days folks go beyond pushing the button, they pound on it.  No, they take a sledge hammer and whack away  until there isn’t a button to be recognized.

I consider all my options and none of them are satisfying;

  • Shooting them.  Too messy, too noisy, too much evidence to remove.
  • Beating them.  No, they would probably enjoy it.
  • Ignoring them.  My mama would opt for this but I can’t ignore it forever.
  • Confrontation!  Yeah baby!

Oh well…

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