Aristophanes wrote:
That's a tough one. There's things going on in the male brain at that age that they don't want you to see, so they're going to feel they can't "be themselves" around you.
I had a male brain at that age, too, and that’s not what I felt at all. Far from it, the more someone claims or implies someone else needs to be excluded, the less I feel free to “be myself”—and the more I feel I don’t belong there at all.
Aristophanes wrote:
don't think they're willing to share everything with the opposite sex even if it "seems" like they do.
My problem seems to be more that women don’t want me to share anything with them or vice-versa. I was blissfully unaware of it as a teenager, though, and didn’t see any need for exclusion. I was also used to not having any privacy.
Aristophanes wrote:
My recommendation: if you enjoy their company then enjoy their company. If they have to have their own time without you, realize it's not that they don't care about you it's that they need their own space once in a while.
“My own space” would be a space where I’m either alone or with someone I choose, not with whom someone else, or society at large, decides I should feel free to “be myself” around. I don’t see any reason why those people can’t be women; in fact, I think it’d be easier for me to “be myself” around them if only
they didn’t feel harassed by me or something like that. I’ve learned, however, that this is widely considered unmanly, and it’s probably helped me avoid trying to make female friends.
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