My theory is as follows:
Men are rough and gruff and seem to not care because they have either loved and lost, or never loved at all and because of this, they have simply given up. It is easier to be a rough gem than a polished jewel. My theory is biased; as I have recently had my wife, the love of my life, leave me, but here me out.
Those of us who are in love are wonderful, mindful, earnest people, clean, prim and proper, just generally trying hard to be attractive and the best we can for our woman’s love. Those of us who are still looking for this love do the same. But then, the grim; the “inevitable” as too many married men say, we give up, we stop trying, we go back to that carnal rough and gruff “I don’t give a fuck” state. This happens I think for one of two reasons.
A) You can’t find love, either not at all or not a satisfying love. But over the course of time that loneliness that we hate to admit exists erodes at us and we become a shell; a rough, gruff man.
B) You find love, true love. You live your life for that love and either it is taken from you, leaves you, or you let it die, on your own accord or by someone else’s hand. This crushes you. You’re either too scared to love again or you just never find it again and then you are back at A).
I feel that the rough, gruff, “assholes” and “man’s men” of the world may in fact be the a testament to the exact opposite. That as men we are romantics; we’re looking for love, and we NEED it. Our outwardly gruff existence is simply a defeated middle finger thrown up in a last “fuck you” from our knees to the romantic world.
I look at these men differently now, with sympathy, some of them brought their heartache on themselves, some of them not, but all of them are just broken. Broken men all over the world, often frowned on, but pretending that world can “go fuck itself”.
Maybe I’m crazy; but it makes sense to me.
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