It Unraveled and I was frazzled

I am writing this post recalling information from my last post. You see in my last entry I very smugly observed the male tendency to avoid anything female and emotional. Their fear of the frazzled woman entertained me and I chose to share it with the masses. (And by masses I mean the handful of random people of occasionally read this random blog).

Well, pride cometh before the fall...I hate it when other people are right - but I think God saw me write with so much pride He had to take me down a notch or too, out of love ofcourse - and He did!

Let me take you back to this past Friday... an eventful conclusion to an eventful work week. This week had been filled with the death of a friend, an injury to my neck, a massage from a sadistic massage therapist, the misplacement of my day planner(which truly is a tragedy)and other general strains and stresses of life. By Friday I was near the end of my rope - I remember thinking its ok I can keep it together just as long as nothing else goes wrong.

Well, Fridays in general are terribly busy for me because I am a Youth Pastor and Friday nights are youth group. I was on one of the final errands for youth group that night when I raced out of Canadian Tire to find the doors or my car locked and the keys still in the ignition...not only still in the ignition but the car still running. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

My response to this was completely level head and unemotional - I stomped my feet, kicked my car and welled up with tears. I then preceded to tearfully call CAA and as I sat waiting by the entry of Canadian Tire, my attempt of holding 'it' together unraveled and I was completely frazzled. And I cried.

Now, in my hour and a half of waiting and crying - I ironically observed the men who entered their Canadian Tire - half concerned and totally repulsed by emotional state. It wasn't as if they didn't want to help me, they were simply too petrified to come near me.

Through this humbling experience I came to three conclusions 1) chivalry is dead ladies, no matter how much we wish otherwise... 2) Though the frazzled woman it frightening to the average man, guys you have to understand it is a wonderful release. And 3) Pride sucks, in all honesty I was attempting to hold alot together on my own because I am a prideful person - very prideful. The truth of the matter is if I just would have leaned on God and allowed Him to take of 'it' I would have been in much better emotion shape.

So here is a bit an apology for simply far too smug and prideful

Every Man's Greatest Fear ....

I have stumbled across an age old secret - the one thing that truly frightens every man ... Woman. Not just any woman, oh no, the dreaded frazzled woman. There is something particularly unnerving for a guy who has to face an emotional and frazzled woman - particularly for those alpha male types.

Now, I would like to make known that I am not pointing this out in an effort to inform the world of women how to gain the upper hand in the power struggle between the genders. As that entire topic has been 'done' too many times to count.

I am pointing out a terribly entertaining quality in men that I have recently seen in action. A friend and I were discussing how we are treated differently in certain businesses because of our gender. He being a male and I a female. He noted that females often receive better customer service, particularly in garages, technical stores etc.

And I must admit I do agree because I have experienced this phenomenon and it has nothing to do with beauty, grace and charm, for I possess none of those things. It is simply a fear of the uncontrollable - for example today I was at a lumber yard. (Don't ask me why...I just needed some lumber OK). Now, I am willing to admit that I am clueless when it comes to lumber and other products that might be sold in a lumber yard.

So I walked in a started wandering around - and immediately I was intercepted. Yes, the male employee had spotted me and with his male intuition he knew this could quickly escalate into a frazzled woman situation.

He had concern written all over his face, I was a ticking time bomb of emotion that could blow at anytime and to needed to be neutralized. Very quickly I was helped and sent of my way, crisis averted - whew. He was relieved, I was entertained.

I need to confess that while I do find this rather humorous, it is simply part of the male psyche. And I do not feel the need to apologize because I also know that they find it equally funny to watch me climb the wall and scream like a idiot when I encounter a snake or mouse.

I suppose it is all just part of God's well balanced sense of humour!

Just me 

My name is Erica and I am a blog stalker...

New...yes I am new to the blog world. So new in fact - no one knows that I am here, for some reason I find comfort in that. It is terribly strange for me to have my own blog, you see I am a blog stalker. It was never my intention to become one, but here I am and it has progressed to the level of me feeding the addictions of other stalkers and creating my very own blog - so that I may too be one day stalked.

Now, when I say stalker, I don't mean root around in the garbage and tap phones kind of stalker. (That takes far to much effort) I mean the 'click click' kind - the kind where I innocently visit my good friend's blog and find myself drawn to another blog of another friend - and then another friend. Until I am in the blog of someone who I only kinda of know...and I am reading their thoughts on life. Which is kinda like spying. And then I commit the ultimate woe, I enter into the blog of a STRANGER...'gasp' I know -

So my message and initial post is a welcome to all you creepy strangers/blog stalkers. I understand.