Why Men Drive Women Crazy

Short, sweet, and to the point. That's what's great about this poem. Kudos to Margaret Atwood for proving that it is possible to show your emotions in a simple way. “You Fit Into Me” is much more than a four line, two stanza poem. It is a story much deeper than that. It is one of anger and frustration. It is the classic story of men driving women insane.
For centuries, men have always criticized women about everything from having a child of the incorrect gender to not being as attractive as our best friends. Well boys, I hate to break it to you, but you are in for a rude awakening. I'm going to let you in on a tiny little secret that women have know about since we were formed from a rib-YOU are the cause of our ever-changing emotions. Yes, it's true. The cause is not our hormones or our “time of the month” or our wonderful, beautiful pregnancy. No. The cause is men. Women cannot even brush their teeth without being bombarded by questions or being told how to do such-and-such “properly”. If we want your help, we will ask for it.
Men who see “their woman” as imperfect and desire for her to change have quite a bit of growing up to do. The difference in maturity levels between men and women are astounding. When we tell you “you should grow your facial hair out” or “don't cut your hair that short” we are simply trying to help you out because we hear what other people say about you. On the opposite side of the spectrum, men tell women to change simply because they do not wish to take the time to actually sit down and have a legitimate conversation with that particular woman. If you knew why we react to some things so strongly, you would understand how we think and feel, and you would almost never be “in the dog house.” Wanna know the reason we put you on the couch so much? I will give you a clue: we do not tolerate annoying, ignorant people.
A man who ends a relationship because he is too immature to discuss problems in that relationship are not men, but scared little boys. Men must learn to accept the reality of life. Women are much more mature, we only get angry because you refuse to take the time to understand us, and some days, we just want to talk. Learn this, and you will never lose another woman.

When Life Gives You Hell, Grab A Pen and Paper

I hate you! Don't ever speak to me again! Stay away from me! You repulse me! How
could you do this to me? The words we use in anger can be powerful. Though they may be vile and sometimes a little too harsh, when we (writers) let our frustrations out onto a paper it is as if we have become a new person. Who are we writing to? Anyone we please (though their eyes may never so much as glance at the page). Why do we write down these frustrations? Saying them aloud will do nothing but offend the people around us or make us appear as lunatics. As our pen angrily stabs at each word and occasionally rips the paper, we start to leave our emotions on the sheet before us and not on our hearts.

We take these frustrations out on this innocent sheet of paper and pen because it is the only way we know how to release our tension. People will almost always judge us for what we think, but what will paper do to us? Stop speaking to us? “Defriend” us on Facebook? No. Paper will always be there for us no matter what. It accepts our words-the good the bad and the ugly-and gives us a time and a place to analyze and organize our thoughts. Paper will never delete your number or tell your friends “You'll never guess what she said!” Raw emotion is always best laid out on paper, whether it be balled up in a wastebasket or turned in for an assignment.

People today are so self conscious about what they say or do because they care too much of what everyone thinks of them. In the words of Dr. Seuss, “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.” We must begin to think like Stephen Crane and release our troubles without holding back. Though we may not share it with the world, it is still out there somewhere.

So next time when you want to let out your frustrations, don't take them out on those around you or a poor helpless wall. Share them with a tree and some ink, because good times and bad, they will always lend you a listening ear.