The emotions that run through a woman are like a waterfall. Forever running, flowing, falling, and never ending.
Why do we have to be so emotional?
Why are men not like this? Or if they are...where are the emotions?
I wonder if men can slice tomatoes while worrying about the light bill or tomorrow's dinner or the fact that a new mop is needed?
Do they just keep this all inside?
I can sit here and bead, while watching TV, thinking about the health of my children, worrying about the light bill, wondering what I should cook tomorrow, wishing my cats were not so finicky, because I can't afford the good cat food, wondering if my student loan will be processed, because I still owe them, worrying about everything in my life that matters, even from the tiniest, minute detail.
It's not like I wake up in the morning and think, oh I am a woman...now it is time to worry. I don't want to worry, it is just something I do everyday, whether I want to or not, I worry.
When men play video games or computer games, is that really all that is on their mind is that game? Because that is what it seems like.
I wish I could do that. I wish I could play a game on the computer and that is all I have to worry about at that given time.
But I am a woman, and I can't. Or is it just me?
Dana Dane
