I’m literally the coolest “dude” you’ll ever meet; I just happen to be a woman.
When I’m in the physical company of women, I feel incredibly close to them. It’s when I remove myself that I realize the relationships are far more superficial. While I have the best female friends known to man, I find that women in general are far more likely to exaggerate the strength of a friendship. With men, there’s less bullshit, often a silent acknowledgment and a cheeky in-joke is enough to make you aware of the bond.
Being a woman who thinks like a man comes with a lot of struggles, but every single one is worth it. While my female friends may sometimes feel foreign to me, they’ve learned to embrace my male ways and treasure my bluntness. The women in my life have helped me to become more feminine, and go out of their way to teach me how the female mind works.
As far as men, although I may accidentally friend-zone them, the romantic relationships that sometimes materialise are all the more stronger for it. They make an effort to accept my differences (my weak bladder and me boobs), and take care of me while ripping me to shreds. They understand the way I think, because I think like them. The most genuine, inescapable struggle I face is that I end up drinking…a lot.
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