I can’t remember the details, but it must have been a hectic day. I sat on the couch as I came home from work, kicked back and stared blankly thinking of all the work I need to get done at home. And, for a moment there, I felt like I was a man pulling doubles to make ends meet for his family. Thankfully, I’m not. Yet, that made me ask myself the question “What if?”
Now, I’ve never wished to be a man, and it gets on my last nerve when I hear a girl wishing she was a man because you are what you are and wishing to be something or someone else is a sign of weakness. Yet, it’s interesting to think of what could have been, you know. Obviously I can’t know for sure how things would be if I were a man, but I can at least imagine it and come out with a hypothesis.
So, for starters, if I were a man I think I’d probably be emotionally crippled. I mean, I already have a hard time expressing my feelings as a girl, add some testosterone and a drizzle of macho pride to that and you have a concrete wall. Yet, I think I’d be a family guy with no commitment issues, but I’d have a big problem handling rejection, and it wouldn’t matter how many chances I blew because after all my pride is what matters the most, or so I’d think. Of course my sister would probably be nagging me to get married and trying to hook me up with one of her friends, since that seems to be a hobby of hers, and I might in the end enlist her help at a certain age because you know what they say about men and how they can’t live without a woman.
If I were a man, I’d probably be a workaholic, burying myself in work to avoid social duties. I’d also be into sci-fi and mystery movies. I wouldn’t be one of those guys who drool over cheap singers, but I’d appreciate beauty for sure. I’d probably have some very good female friends, and some male friends who are the complete opposite of me. I would have a couple of crushes and would have my heart broken a few times with unrequited love.
I’d generally be a calm person, trying to do the right thing when faced with a crisis, to be strong and not to panic, because after all I’m a man and I should live up to that title. I’d be in constant competition with others especially in the work place. I’d feel responsible for everything that is anything, especially when it comes to my family.
I’d have a good relationship with my brothers, probably not as good as my relationship with them as a sister, for some reason, but I’d have a totally different life style, and for some reason I feel that I’d be my mother’s favorite son, but of course she wouldn’t say that.
Well, as I said this is all hypothetical. Who knows? Maybe if I were a man I would be a complete loser. In any case all I can say is: Thank God I’m a girl.
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