Men

Sometimes I can't decide if I understand men so little or if I understand them more than I use to and the lack of mystery makes them less interesting. Maybe as opposite genders we should just stop trying to figure each other out. Maybe if we really understood one another we'd be so put off that we'd just rather stay on opposite ends of the dance floor. Maybe the mystery is the greatest blessing we are given.
As I laid out in the sun today and my wonderful hubby played in the pool with the boys my mind wandered as it almost constantly does. Now, there's no way I am going to let you all dive that deep into my mind by telling you all my strands of thought, but my thoughts often end in, "I wonder what Randall would think if he knew what went on in my head?"
Am I the only person that has constant embarrassing, degrading, creepy, sad, wistful, pleasant, futuristic, abstract, nostalgic, strange thoughts flawlessly braiding together, weaving along the neural pathways? Can you imagine if someone could actually hear every thought that skips across your deep inner mind?! If men could hear what women think about and women could hear what men would think about would we love each other more? Be more humble? Be too grossed out to even make contact? Or, bringing you two readers back to my original thought, would we just be turned off?
I like not understanding my spouse. I enjoy this aura of mystery or my own naivety. I think these things fuel a relationship with a constant sense of desire that helps us continuously propel ourselves toward the future, toward tomorrow. Always wondering, always guessing, arguing, battling, making up, being surprised, making goals, changing goals, changing desires, gives a momentum to a relationship that keeps it interesting.
I like interesting.