You might ask what is a "nothing box"? I don't have one. Most men have them. It's the space a man retreats to when he has nothing to say about a matter, or whenever he has things he doesn't want to deal with. He sticks those things in his nothing box and forgets about it. We ladies have a tough time relating to that "nothing box". If we have something we don't want to deal with, we stuff it in a closet or shove it under the rug. We cram it in our purse, or stick it in the junk drawer. Then we run around the house pretending it doesn't exist, all the while thinking about what in the world we are going to do with it. We worry about the space it's taking up beneath the rug and whether or not the rest of the world notices the lump it's created. We plan out how we'll get to it tomorrow and think about how best to organize it when we do. All the while we fold clothes, pay the bills, and go grocery shopping. Not men.
Sometimes I ask my husband what he's thinking and he says, "Nothing". I can't imagine that. I can actually sit in my recliner, type a column on my computer, and think about stuff he ought to be thinking about. I wonder how he can't be thinking about it. How can he lie around thinking "nothing" all day long?
I asked my husband one day what he was thinking. He said, "Nothing". Absolutely nothing. He literally can stare into space and nothing...not one single thought--passes through his mind.
We ladies are always thinking. We think about rising gasoline prices, all the while wondering how to get strawberry kool-aid stain out of our sofa cushions. We watch television and think about how we need to get up and clean that speck off the far right corner left by a fly that settled down on it the night before. We drive down the road and stop at a stop light and wonder where the lady in the car beside us gets her hair done. We stand in line at the grocery and wonder why they can't keep our favorite candybar stocked in every checkout lane instead of just lane 10 and 14. We wonder where the day goes when we never leave the house and have nothing to show for the passage of 10 hours. But men?
They just walk in the door, take off their caps, drop their keys, kick off their boots, read the paper, and wait for dinner. They shut off their minds and stick the key in the nothing box. They do not fill it up with needless information like how many calories are in a nutty bar, or who ate all the Oreos. If they want a nutty bar, they get one and eat it. If all the Oreos are gone, they reach for a bag of Doritos. They watch their ballgames without once noticing the speck in the righthand corner of the television screen.
Men can sit all day watching one team after another advance in the brackets and never even think about the contents of their nothing box. Why? because there is nothing in there. I just wonder how in the world do you find a space like that and not begin decorating it?
Sometimes they put us in their "nothing" box. And that is a good thing. At least when we are in their nothing box, they don't get upset with us when we switch the channel from Nascar to the Lifetime movie channel. Of course I'm kidding. There is no way they could sit through that without telling us exactly what they think.