I don't know what to say II......

Why is it that men always think that they can just win the argument because they're men?

I was in the pub this evening after work, celebrating Friday and the political demise of Michael McDowell, when Himself arrives in.

Sits down and tells me he's working this weekend after all.

Great.

Wouldn't be fair on the lads who worked last weekend not to.

Lovely.

Fuck the woman who cooks and cleans and raises his daughter while he's off bonding with these lads twelve hours a day. A shower of ingrates. Who are all going to be skinhounds tonight at Curly's bar in Dartmouth. And make him do all the work tomorrow.

Fantastic.

Fuck the fact that she was hoping for a bit of quality couple time this weekend, Kitty being at her mothers.

Smashing.

He could have gone to Curly's. He was invited.

Whoopie doo.

If I wasn't halfway through a bottle of wine I'd drive him over there and boot his ass out of the car into a pile of hookers myself.

Anything to get rid of the sulking heap on the couch.

Why is a man's sulk completely motionless, and still take up the whole room?

And why does a woman's sulk always result in a sparkling house?

Why do people always complain about the government and then vote for them again?

No.

Why do people get you to solve their problems and then not vote for you?

No.

Why do we let those people convince us they're going to vote for us?

That's the question.

Why do we do it?

No.

That's not it.

I know why we do it.

The question is, why do we keep doing it?

No.

There's an answer to that question.

I guess the question is, why does Ray know the answer? And I still don't?

Which of us is wrong?

Christ I hope someday if I live long enough and endure enough of this insane fucking motorbike ride we're all on that Ray and I will sit down and get drunk some night and he will tell me the answer.

And I'll remember the next day.

And it'll be true.

I sure as hell hope that I'm not right anyways.

Anyways, as if working all weekend wasn't bad enough, Himself gangs up on me in the pub about the Jared Diamond book with one of my male buddies. So they both sit there and pretend they're right and I'm wrong.

And I'm the only one of the three of us who's read the book.

So yes, why do men always think they can win the argument just because they're men?

And why did I have to read the book to even be in the argument?

Having a major 'life is not fair' moment tonight.

Bah.