Manual and Automatic

So recently Michael has been teaching me to drive stick, a.k.a a manual car. It has been fun, scary, nerve-wrecking and sometimes rewarding.
Crazy is what it's really been, but Michael has been very patient with me and I appreciate it a lot!
So last week while we adventured into the unknown world of Mabel-driving-a-manual-car I came across an interesting phenomenon.

Interesting Phenomenon
For some reason this stick car and I don't go well together (<= Not the interesting phenomenon). I have a hard time getting the car to move from the get-go. All this balancing-crap and learning to give some here and there and then waiting for the gears to catch and then gassing it more or less and slamming on the brakes but remember the clutch; and on top of that even when you finally get the hang of stick it still takes some time to get used to a different car, aiyah! So Michael tried a different approach, cos I was not getting it, AT ALL. He said "Listen to the gears Mabel, listen to the car. You can tell when it needs more gas or less clutch. You can feel it too." That's when it hit me; like a lightening bolt from heaven, striking an epiphany on my mind and lighting up the way. Women are like manual cars.

We need to be listened to. We need to be given time. We're complicated and definitely not all the same. We will rant and rant and rant and you (husband, brother, father, friend, who-ever-you-are) will just need to patiently listen. Why? because if you don't and you just assume that you know how much to give up and put in then we will "stall" and "die" on you, meaning we shut down and the silent treatment comes into play. You got to put in the time when it comes to women. As corny as that sounds you need to take the time to get to know how sensitive a woman is, especially if you're bound to her forever. And then finally, just as manual cars are similar but not the same, women are similar but not all the same. Doesn't take a scientist to figure that one out; so please don't try the same tactics on every woman because it worked on your mother or sister.

Furthermore, Men are like automatic cars. Simple, straight to the point and pretty much the same. Don't get me wrong though, it still takes time to get used to each automatic car but it's a little bit less-complicated than a manual car.

And since we're on the topic of cars, everybody is entitled to their own preferences: colors, year, less or more maintenance, used-certified/ experienced or brand new/ no road experience, vintage, showy, durable, and the list goes on.

Ha ha hope you enjoyed my metaphor of life. I certainly enjoyed thinking about it and writing about it!
Peace Love and Harmony,

Mabs