Men!

Sometimes I don't understand men. I don't understand these  nose in the air, arrogant, self-centered "boys". Just because things don't go your way on your time-table, you get all bent out of shape. I am human. I do get sick sometimes. I do have other things to do in life. Simple things like bathe, cook, and cleaning must be done. I have my writing that I must attend to. I, too, have as few years in front of me as you do. So, I just can't always be available to do your bidding at your time. I have a life and while I want to assist you in your creative ventures, I cannot or will not drop everything because you call. Those are your ventures. I have my own. And the two don't mesh or fit in any kind of way. When I need your assistance or advice, I wait until you have a free moment. I don't get an attitude. I don't  just hold the phone when you hear my voice say, "Hello". After over forty years, I still don't know you. Do you know you? Do you know why we are at odds? Call me and let me know, because I haven't a clue.