Those creatures are absolutely beyond comprehension sometimes! They are like waffles! I read that in HomeLife Magazine last winter. It said they are compartmentalized. (did I spell that right?) That's what I remember.
This is what I think.
Their lives, emotions, thoughts and actions are all neatly set inside those little squares. Work, family, God, stresses--everything has its place. They don't overlap.
Without we women (the syrup and butter) they would be bland, tasteless crunchy bread. Nothing much more than funny looking toast. We women add to their lives. We flavor it. We soften their hard edges and make life more palatable. But what about us? Why can't we be waffles?
Why must our emotions be all tangled up like "spaghetti"? (that's what the writer of the Homelife article said women were.) Spaghetti. Everything in our lives affects the other. Can't pull one noodle out of place without disturbing the rest. That's me, even if it's not you. So when my waffle husband finds football more inviting than a conversation with me, I just cuddle up with myself and let him be him and me be me. And when he wants something to sweeten his waffle, I bake him some cookies.