On Sundays I work with all women. It is a supportive, difficult, inspiring, hilarious and absolutely exhausting environment. Why exhausting? Well, while a lot of the time we are having fun, there’s usually a part of the day when we are all thinking way too much and getting worked up about things that probably don’t matter. 9 times out of 10, we end up talking about the things that we think that men are thinking, but we never actually know. And yes, we are all a little crazy and then we feed off the crazy of our friends. It happens. I call that “place” that we all seem to go the “crazy cloud.”
I’d like to give you an example of a Sunday on the crazy cloud, all in good humor (names and subject matter have been changed):
Hope: Last night we went to *name a place* and had so much fun, but my man said *name something stupid* and I called him a dick and now it’s the end of the world because he isn’t talking to me and I don’t know what to do so I am going to overreact.
Susie: My boyfriend did that once and I didn’t talk to him for 3 weeks and he came around.
Kelly: My ex husband did something like that once. Relationships are hopeless.
Hope: I give up, I am going to find someone who deserves my time. If that doesn’t work, I’m going to be a lesbian.
Susie: You could get anyone. So yeah, fuck him! You deserve better!
Nikki: My husband did that before we got married so I kissed someone else in front of him. I don’t recommend that. It worked, but don’t do it.
**2 hours pass and they meet up again**
Hope: You know, I dig the guy and I think I am just going to say sorry because he hasn’t said anything yet and he’s obviously mad at me.
Susie: He probably just meant *this* and instead it came out like *this* and now he feels stupid.
Kelly: Men don’t know anything about anything and he was only thinking of himself. The other day this guy and I got into a food fight over something like that. Don’t expect anything better than him because men are all the same.
**hours pass, they meet up again after marinating in the fact that men are terrible**
Hope, Susie, Kelly and Nikki basically just all talking at the same time: I was just thinking, and I think that most guys think *name something we think that men think, but we aren’t sure if they are actually thinking at all*
Hope: Oh, wait, he just sent me a text. He had fun last night and he got to sleep for a couple extra hours this morning.
Susie: See? There ya go. Just let him come to you.
Hope: Thanks, Susie, for talking me down from my crazy cloud.