I have discussed this theory with quite a few people and they agree. I believe the biggest difference between men and women is that men are good at making sound effects. I’m so jealous of how boys can make such good explosion sounds with their mouth. It seems like so much fun!
Years ago, I was hanging out with Lance, and he had a pencil and some other mundane object, and he randomly started making the noise the train track crossing alert bell things make, acting like the pencil was the post that comes down. Then he used the other object as a train and started making a really really good train sound effect. I looked at him and thought to myself, I would never do that. That type of inclination does not even exist in my DNA. To further that, I realized that I would never see ANY girl do that. Even little girls! That’s when I came up with my theory, that the main, innate difference between boys and girls, is that boys are good at sound effects, so they make them, and girls never do.
I have just made my second discovery in the subject of the differences of the sexes. I hear females complaining all of the time about how their boyfriend or whoever, doesn’t talk to them. I’ve realized, that they will, only if we shut the fuck up for a minute and let them. They must process differently and don’t always have an immediate response in the way that most females do.
I am very interested in a lot of things, so I’m constantly blabbing about the environment or politics or music or how I think that movies should warn you at the beginning if they are going to be so sad that they will probably ruin the rest of your day. (I just made the mistake of going to see Me, Earl and a Dying Girl on what was supposed to be a carefree Sunday afternoon).
Currently, the person who gets the most of my passionate rhetoric (the poor thing) is a boy we will call Vox. He’s a lot like me though, and takes an interest in a lot of things, so it’s great. We can go back and forth for hours, discussing our newest thoughts and discoveries and how we feel about gun control, smart phones and whose country has scarier possums his (Australia) or mine (America).
Another person who has to suffer through my random musings is Fat Face. He’s usually a sport, and he will give his two cents and only rarely will shout, “Don’t care!” But since I’ve known him, I have always found myself feeling a little bit bad because we seem to mostly discuss topics that I bring up. He rarely seems to be the one initiating new topics of conversation. Not too long ago however, we were in a relatively deep discussion and I was getting mildly frustrated because he wasn’t sharing much of an opinion, so I just stopped talking because I didn’t want to be an annoying asshole, hammering on about shit he did not seem to care about. There was a silence, then he started talking. He voluntarily began sharing. I’ve continued this experiment with him (unbeknown to him) and have found that if I just shut up, he will eventually share and state his opinion, he just needs a minute and doesn’t always have an immediately comeback to everything in the obnoxious way that I seem to.
I am very passionate about art, and often go to museums and exhibitions. I dragged the boy with the white hair with me to the latest one because he is passionate about art too, and needs to get out more because he works to much, which I regularly shout at him and he just says back, “Okay, girl.” He really doesn’t talk much. He probably says ten words for every 100 of mine, but we are both used to it.
I decided to try out my social experiment on him. Instead of looking at a painting and immediately sharing my thoughts and then asking his, I decided to just shut the fuck up, and see if he would ever share first. With him, that is kind of expecting a lot. But he did. It took a while, sometimes I would have to wait a whole sixty seconds (which is a long time to be staring at a painting with someone and have neither say anything), for him to express a thought out loud, but just like with Face Face, if I remained patient, he did eventually speak.
So there’s my advice to women, practice patience when you find yourself saying, “he doesn’t talk to me!” But boys, realize that your silence sometimes comes off as uncaring. Oh, and I’ve also found that boys seem to always squeeze toothpaste out from the middle of the tube instead of the bottom.