I finally figured it out.
I finally figured it out. Not all of it but just a little piece of the puzzle fell into place. An epiphany of sorts if you will. I watched the movie “A Few Good Men” again last night and it was like I was seeing it for the first time. The last time I saw it I thought it bordered on crap. It seemed to make a bit of sense this time around.
This time I saw it from Col Nathan Jessp’s (Jack Nickolson) point of view. I feel like him dealing with the world. When h£qturned to look at the judge and said “am I being charged with a crime?” something sort-of clicked.
I feel like that as a man. Everything I do is wrong. Have the rules changed that much? Is being a man a crime? All of a sudden my needs are subordinate to everyone else’s? What I have to offer a relationship has boiled down to:
“make money (whatever you make is not enough)and deal with my every emotional whim, oh, and if anything goes wrong it is your fault.”
“this marriage is over when I get p)red of it and you get to support me for the rest of my life.”
“Our children are really mine and I will turn them against you if you get out of line.”
“what you think is important is just brutish and your opinions are groundless simply because you are male.”
Jessup also had a good line talking to the lawyer where he said something like, you think you are doing a good job, but all you have done is weaken a country…you live under the security that I provide and then question the manner in which it is provided…I would prefer yíu just said thank-you and went on your way.
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Biff
That was deep and goes back to trust. Women seem to think they can do everything without men and then question why they are unhappy. I have yet to find a truly content feminist. They seem to want the security that men provide but question the manner in which it is provided. Every social ill seems to call for yet another governmental intervention as some sort of surrogate.
If you don’t like the manner in which I provide than I will certainly step aside and let you do better. Either you trust me to provide and not question my methods or you can step up and show what you’ve got. Most peer men do not work real well as teams.
One of my hobbies is guns. I have lots of guns. The people that know me, know better than to scratch on a window late at night. Not real prudent. You want to rob me on the street? You better think real hard about that one. Do a quick cost-benefit analysis if you will. I hope to God nothing ever happens. I can’t stress that enough. I dread the day something happens but I refuse to be another statistic. I will never initiate force but I will certainly answer it in kind. All I ask for in return is a little trust and a thank you every now and then. Instead I get all kinds of grief for the manner in which I provide physical security for my family. Not from my family but from society. Funny thing is, when a neighbor had a break in, know who they called? Up until that point I was just another neaderthal.
“You want the truth?” Okay. I don’t know what the answer is.
I do know if you want something fixed or in crisis I am a good guy to have around. Break your leg on a ski trip, no problem, let me handle it. Get stranded somewhere, give me a call, I’ll be there in a bit.
I also know if you want to prattle on about how your day sucked, I’m probably not the guy for you. Want me to watch your kids? not my department. Having life issues and “suck it up” is not what you are looking for? Might want to find someone else. I detest cloths/antique/furniture shopping and rarely notice if the drapes match. Don’t expect me to notice new cloths or a fresh haircut unless it is drastic.
I’m tired of apologizing for being a man. All I want is a little trust, a thank you every now and then, aside from that just leave me alone.