The Excavator

I often think men are doomed creatures - close enough to relate to a woman, yet too far to truly understand her. Maybe it's because of how they're brought up - expected to shut off their emotions, to suppress them under so much pressure it could turn into fossil fuel.

Maybe it's a woman's job - and believe me, it's usually just one woman in his life - to excavate that fuel, to draw it out and turn it into something utilisable. And if we find ourselves unable to reach that depth, maybe we're just not the excavator meant to do it.

Even if they so badly want it to be us, sometimes it just isn't - and the truth, though terrible and bitter, must be faced. Because ignoring it only makes everything harder. We have to come to terms with what is, and act accordingly.