Why Women Always Want More

I rushed to the city the other day because one of my girlfriends was in trouble. Trust me, i could sense it over the text. I have this knack for knowing, always have and probably always will. I got there and held her hand immediately because my senses were tingling. Well, I was right.
It was a breakup. The reason? She wanted more and he didn't. I spoke to her and behind the pages of my memory, i started remembering different women in my life who have sat in the very spot she was telling me the same thing :

" He doesn't give a shit, he's fine just where he is. But I want to do this, or that, travel, be someone, have a career and be on another tier".

Women always want more out of life. I've never met a woman who didn't. You'd think older women would have slower gears in the pursuit of attainment, but no. It just minimizes to a smaller scale. Young women on the other hand? Nothing can really stop us. The women in my life have always been go-getters. There have been some who aren't as proactive in instigation but the seed of want has always been dormant inside. Women are visualizers and sensualists. We are also logical and realistic too. We know that if we don't initiate the first move, nothing will ever happen. This isn't to say that men can't possess these qualities as well. They can and do. I've come across many men who seem more womanly than some women! But it seems like the more headstrong a woman is, the more docile the man seems to be. The more of a go-getter the woman is, the more laid back and retiring the male figure in her life is.

When a woman wants more, the man usually seems to be the barricade between her and what she wants. My parents have this dynamic, I see it in the media, I see it in the supermarket and i've seen it throughout my life being a spectator amongst relationships. The woman lies supine at night inspecting the gaps in her life, imagining if things were different, comparing herself to the ' have it all ' women. What do THEY have that she doesn't have? The hours go by, she's still lying there imagining, thinking, wondering.

Look, to be honest I know i'm generalizing. When am I not? But my writing always comes from my own life experiences and when you look back on your life, the collective segregations fuse into a glob of one. I've never been close to women who have been passive to men, passive to her desires and her ambitions. I've only ever known women who have been with men that have somehow been subordinate to them. And this is what happens when strong women partner up with men who are more relaxed than they are. The world becomes more vast and full of possibilities. She simply cannot recline into mediocrity. Seldom does she stay for longer than two years and a half.
So what can quell urgency?

Nothing. She leaves or she represses the desire. But it always rears its head sooner or later. One day, he comes home, pours himself a drink and finds her standing, with her back to him, arms crossed. She blows up, hastily throws some shit into a suitcase and slams the door. Leave a pot boiling with the lid on long enough and eventually you'll get burnt.