Understanding Women

Trying to understand women is a lot like trying to ponder infinity. At first you think you can tackle the task and you embark with the false impression that tracing infinity until it ends is a possibility. Even while you are adding the first sets of zeros to a continually growing number or trying to envision where space ends and what’s after that, you think that you will come up with the answer and you can sleep. But about half way to one-billion or at around Jupiter you quickly become overloaded with a realm of human reasoning that is beyond any normal person. “But there has to be an end somewhere,” you say, but you are only fueling the helplessness of your very being. Trust me, only men like Stephen Hawking, possibly the smartest man alive, who is in a wheelchair and has to talk through one of those Speak-and-Spell machines can fully grasp the idea of infinity. I bet trying to understand “the female” is the reason for his current paraplegic state. What’s the answer? Every time you begin trying to figure out women, start contemplating the end of the universe, or how the world will continue when you die. If you can eventually grasp these latter issues, then women will be easy. Well, they won’t be “easy”, but they will be “”easy”" (I know what you are saying – “What the hell does two quotation marks mean?” Just another thing to think about).