Why some men appear to have the energy level of a stone…
Where exactly do we draw the line to differentiate between relaxing, reposing and to be so lazy that every tree-hanging mammal is hiding in the deepest green jungle covering its red cheeks as it is too ashamed to be called SLOTH?
Generally, men are rather seen as “dynamic”, “leading”, simply people who “stand their ground”. Thus, it is understandable that the leisure time after work should be used highly efficiently and proposals for common activities are often commented with the line: “Today there’s Champions League”. The sophisticated woman of today knows, at least at that point of time, that she has entered a dead end and that she can only lose against Arsenal, ManU and Real Madrid.
But there are some women, who are so energetic and enjoy so much zest for action that they are looking for further activities to be engaged in beside their 40-hours-jobs. This could be advanced trainings, part time jobs or sportive, cultural or political activities.
Exactly such a miracle is one of my female friends, one of those we like to call “the one having ants in her pants” and who wants to fulfil the achievements of life to the fullest. She does this very successfully, so it’s clear that she has also to invest a lot of time and therefore she has often to attend the one or the other event after work.
To be fair, I have to admit that it is not that easy for a man to keep up with her. And you also can’t conclude immediately that it is slothfulness, just because some men’s biggest action of the day is to operate the remote control. But the bloke at her side exceeded by far all his compadres.
To his credit – he is not one of these macho-men, who don’t believe in their women or even more who don’t “allow” them to fulfil their wishes and dreams. (Me, as an unshakable optimist, do believe insistently that this species of man has become extinct long time ago – so please don’t dash my hope and don’t try to convince me of the opposite!)
After having failed in getting any kind of response from her boyfriend when suggesting about one million different common activities they could engage in together (and we are not talking about such pro-active sport activities like shark-teeth-from-near-watching-deep-sea-diving, double-looping-bungee-jumping, desert-ice floe-combination-car-racing, left-hand-ice-caves-free-climbing or hardcore-mountain-biking, but rather relaxing hobbies like Porsche-miniatures-collecting, optical-illusion-computer-pictures-10minutes-staring, motor-oil-ingredients-analysing, on-Ebay-useless-things-auctioning, Finnish-sauna-spa-holidays and even those activities, near to be faineance, haven’t had enough impact to get the subject of desire out of house), she has simply given up in changing her boyfriend to being an action man.
Therefore woman decided to follow her spare-time-activities alone. But for man it’s not that easy to accept, when he realises that the one and only voice talking to him in the living room is the one of the tv-host. Man then rather surprisingly reverts to this situation with “We neeeeeeever spend time together, I’m aaaaalways alone!”
In other words – when he had to face that he would end up being home alone, man had so much cabin fever that – of course before he would have started to do useless things like cooking, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the house or anything near that – he began to grouch so tremendously that he hadn’t spent quality time with his lady for such a loooooooong time. (Although woman starts to doubt the motives of his nagging as every time he really came with her to any outdoor activity, ice age was like a barbeque compared to the frosty mood following the quarrels they ended up with) woman, already being in a snit, agreed that he could join her.
So far, so good.
But at the end of the day one could only shake one’s head in disbelief, as a discussion arose when man was asked to change his sweaty working shirt against a fresh one. Man didn’t really understand why he should do so – he had changed into a new one just 12 hours ago and he really had not moved that much in the meantime. Woman tried to keep calm. But of course man’s behaviour hadn’t had anything to do with slothfulness.
Probably also the following discussion should not be mistaken for slothfulness.
The topic of this discussion was about the fact that he wanted to go by car – actually a distance of a 10-minutes-walk, although he knew that the streets of town were closed as the festival they wanted to attend to were held exactly there. Ok, we know about men, who almost killed themselves just to drive up with their beloved car – but this was really near refusal of move. But to have peace of mind woman was even willing to drive around barriers, so that man didn’t have to hurt his poor feet.
But finally at the end of the night and after having returned home, even HER patience had come to an end. The following dialogue erupted while she wanted to close the garden door:
Him: “What are you doing?”
Her (tired): “Closing the garden door.”
Him: “Why?”
Her (still tired): “Because it’s 3 o’clock in the morning…”
Him: “And?”
Her (with a soft breeze of huffiness): “Probably because you should protect your house against unwanted invaders?”
Him (with incomparable Nonchalance): “Oh come-on, then I’ll have to open it again tomorrow morning.”
There you could see it running, very quickly, very deep into the green jungle to find the biggest leaf available to cover itself – our sloth…
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