During my search for empathy for the other gender, I’ve
started trying to put myself in their shoes. I’ve tried to picture what it
would be like to grow up with the pressures they undergo; with the same
hormones pulsing through my body. I’ve tried to take an honest look at their
lives before judging them for all the ways I see their perspectives as wrong.
Here’s the progress I’ve made.
First of all, this understanding is a work in progress
and may not even be correct. This may even be sexist, I have no idea. For me,
it is just one single step in the whole process. Whether it is good or bad;
correct or wrong is almost irrelevant because it is just what I need in order
to get one step closer to the empathy and acceptance that I am striving
towards. I truly believe that where I end up will be the fair and judgeless
place in my heart that I am seeking – this is just one step closer to it.
Having said that, I will continue with my opinion/observation.
Guys are raised with different pressures than us girls.
Most feel the pressure to be strong and skillful in a physical way. They are raised to value the quality of dominating
and competing with other men. No one expects them to be emotional. In fact, it
is frowned upon if they are emotional. They may either succumb to this societal
expectation, or rebel against it. Either way, they most likely have some sort
of issue with expressing themselves – even admitting things to themselves. Emotions
are not things that are relevant in the practical, physical world they are
required to dominate. Any emotional issues they have are converted to habits
immediately, without any lingering thoughts or emotions. For example, if
someone speaks over them in a conversation, instead of having thoughts about
their feelings being hurt, they immediately just start talking louder. The
emotion that they had felt small or disrespected quickly passes and never
returns, except for the impression it has made on their behavior. Now they will
always talk louder in that situation, or even just in general. A girl might
always feel the same feelings if that situation arose again, and may still
speak up, but it will be fueled by those emotions.
Keep in mind this is one perspective. I do not think that
ALL guys have no emotions or that ALL girls do in these scenarios it is just a
lot easier to get my point across than to try to tackle every scenario and
every type of human being ever… I’m not making sweeping generalizations - I’m
just trying to get an idea across based on the pressures of our society and the
influence of our hormones and genetics.
So guys are chugging along in their life, working to
master all these skills. There of course is the age-old tradition of the man
providing for a family, be it necessary or not in this day and age, so that is
of course in his mind, as well. We know that a guy’s hormones are screaming at
him to reproduce; to get his DNA out there. This is where the tricky stuff
comes in. Maybe the “drugs” (hormones) make it so he can’t see women as
anything but a means to an end. They think they are for sex, or they are for
having and raising kids. This is the impression I’ve gotten from a lot of guys
which disturbs the crap out of me. But I’m starting to at least understand why
society and their hormones might make them think that way at first. If they
only see women in that light, and their hormones are demanding it, how would
they even think to feel otherwise? Someone somewhere has to snap them out of
it. And I think as the hormones calm down and they hit their late 20s and early
30s, that’s what happens. The “drugs” start to wear off and they start to be
able to reason and make decisions that are not fueled by power lust and sex
lust. They start to become human beings – sometimes even civilized ones.
Really, I already knew all that, but now I sympathize a
little instead of just flat out hating them for it. I had this idea that, yeah,
maybe as a kid you have screwed up ideas, but when you get older, there’s no
excuse. You know better. But really, can they? It’s influenced their whole view
of the world. Genuinely, people are not as aware of themselves and everything
around them as I am. Especially if they don’t take time to think or reflect. If
they are just going going going, “drugged up” and power hungry to try to prove
themselves as worthy due to an emptiness within them caused by the pressures
around them… I mean, I can sympathize with them being screwed up. I really can.
But it isn’t quite pity. I mean it is, but not the kind of pity where I am
judging them and feeling like I am better than them. I just feel sorry for
them. In a loving way. And I want to help. They have this fear that they have
to conquer the world in order to be okay; to be loved; to be good enough. They
think they know how to achieve that bliss they desire. But they are dead wrong.
They are broken. And if they do achieve the power and quench all of that lust,
they will eventually see how empty it is, and they will strive for more,
because it wasn’t enough. At some point they will hopefully realize that it
isn’t enough because it was never the answer to their emptiness…
Of course, that all goes for women, too. But I’m not
sitting here trying to understand women better. I’m trying to understand men
better. Not even trying to “understand” them, just trying to not be angry. I
don’t want to be filled with the horror and disgust that I take around with me
every day now. It has dissipated a little, but it is still there. That sympathy
I mentioned, that is new. The words I just spoke are things I’d really already
known for much of my life, but there is a tint of sympathy and compassion that
was definitely not there before.
Having said that, in my lower moments, like today, it
still upsets me. It just makes me feel so offended, disgusted and disappointed.
All humans are the same deep down. You don’t get to use
them as tools or toys in your life. We are all the same, just with different
life experiences; different freedoms and oppressions; different pressures; different
upbringings. Our souls, underneath all the crap that the rest of life piles
onto us to make us separate individual beings, are exactly the same. Dare I say
it is ONE soul that we all share. I’ve known that. It is extremely sad to think
that others don’t know that. They are missing out on so much.
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