Is it a guy thing?

What is it about men and women? Why must we battle for control when it's not really control that we are after, but instead understanding and unconditional love?

Why do women get pegged as the emotional ones, yet it's the man who blows up verbally at the first sign of conflict with his beliefs?

Why is it that women must be the ones to back down to keep the argument from escalating and be the first one to apologize and forgive for love to return?

Can a women really affect a man and change him into a frog when he used to be a prince?

Is figuring out, being smarter to avoid confrontation, really a tool of manipulation? And if it is, then why didn't they figure it out like we did to begin with?

Are women really stronger, smarter and more capable of living in this world than men? And if so, then why do men still run it?

I wonder, ponder more than anything as there probably isn't really an answer, as to why there has to be conflict to begin with. Why can't we agree to disagree without getting angry or taking things personal? Why can't we comprehend that everyone has a different point of view and respect that fact? Why can't we find compromise instead of determining that you are wrong and I am right?

How does a woman actually break a man, when it's he that has already broken her? How does someone stick up for themselves after verbally being beaten down, without being accused of lying or saying untruths?

Why is it out of spite that you prove them wrong, and out of spite when you prove them right? How do you then do what is right and without spite?

How do you determine what is intentional in the mind of others, when it's your perspective that determines the decision?

How can one person decide what the other is feeling, when the person tells them that they are not feeling that way, but then begins to feel that way because they have been told all day that that's how they are feeling?

If I'm angry, I'll tell you I'm angry. Don't tell me I'm angry all day and then act surprised when I blow up at you after I get angry about you telling me I'm angry when I wasn't... makes sense to me...

So if we are all parts in a play of life, the queen of hearts, the jack of spades and the black horseman, who is who and when are they those pieces of the game?

What determines a persons ability to determine others feelings when they are incapable of recognizing their own? And what right does anyone have to push their feelings upon others and then get upset when it's unwanted?

How does a man think he can tell a women what to do, how to do it, what to feel, how to feel, what to say, what not to say, and how to think and what to think when he is not a woman?

Lost within my mind of wonder, pondering what it means to be loved and accepted for who and what I am... does he not see my heart or is he blinded by his own anger and resentment that he does not even consider that I'm capable of forgiveness regardless of the crime?