Another Eureka! Moment

You know, I don't know how I miss these things, or how I all of a sudden have these flashes, but yes, another bolt struck me last night.

The Honey (formerly referred to as Sweetie), came over for dinner night before last. He got chatting with Chief Advisor about a place he'd been camping, in a gorge, and a specific spot where 2 rivers had carved the canyon and caused a current of wind to kind of rotate against the rocks (very technical, not sure I know how to explain it), and how he loved the way the wind moved in that spot. Which led to him remarking that his favourite part of a storm was the wind before the rain started (which is also my favourite part). But, I had no technical way of explaining why I like it, just how it made me feel.

He'd brought a DVD entitled "Baraka" which he'd been telling me about earlier, and Chief Advisor, Honey and I sat down to watch it. It basically is about an hour and half of images, designed and edited to show the contrast, tragedy, and destruction of the artificial "human" world vs nature. The way we control, and in the controlling, destroy, and how we end up being as cruel to ourselves as we are to nature. Some very disturbing stuff. So, chatting to CA, Honey launched into another very technical explanation of the juxtapositioning in the DVD, and how interesting he found it. Listening to him, I was thinking (kinda alarmed that I wasn't being as analytical about it) about how much it made me ache for the hurts we perpetrate, and how it pisses me off to be part of it all. When, yep, you guessed it, I GOT IT!
We were feeling the same things! Only, he was saying it in GUY talk, and I was feeling it in GIRL talk! Two totally different languages.

Ironic how it took me 3 and a half decades to really grasp that concept. Although, this doesn't change the fact that I don't understand GUY, and I don't think I really know a man with the necessary skill to learn fluent GIRL. Ah well, they say acceptance of a problem is the first step to fixin' it, I'll just hang on to that for a while. And listen to men talk more often, instead of just diving into it and letting it run down my back like a little duck.