What a Girl Wants.

Despite the fact that this is a very cheesy Christina Aguilera song. And despite the fact that I have been on a very "deep and thoughtful" streak for the past week on this blog. I figured it was time to explore, what some may classify as, a lighter topic. So this is the question I am posing today. What exactly DOES a girl want?

Let me start off by saying that this post is in no way a punch to the gonads of the female population.

I myself, being of the female species, am simply stating some of the truths of life.

So here we go....

We know it all.

Correction:

We THINK we know it all.

And therefore, we don't know it all.

We know what we want.

Correction:

We THINK we know what we want.

And therefore, we don't know what we want.

It's just logic. Plain and simple.

It's not quantum physics.

It's not molecular engineering.

It's just reason and deduction.

Although this question is something that I have come across quite frequently in my lifetime,

constantly asking myself,

"Rachel, what the barack DO you really want?"

(And yes. That just happened.),

this question is very mysterious and actually quite frightening to the male population.

If you are a male reading this, 

please don't assume that I am calling you out.

(Actually assume away. I'm pretty sure that's the whole point.)

But I know that you don't always understand women.

That's ok.

Sometimes, WE don't even understand women.

Why DO we do the things that we do?

I'm pretty sure it all comes down to one teensy tiny little thing:

We. are. crazy.

No.

I was totally kidding.

But seriously, 

we are just a lot more emotional.

And are a lot more moody than most guys.

I hate saying that, but we are.

We go through cycles every month (partly due to hormones...yes. those wonderful things)

and this just causes the best of us to be a nice version of Jessica Alba one day 

and the next we are the absolute meanest version of Hillary. 

(Clinton, in case you are a little slower)

Regardless,

we don't always know what we want.

I guess that's probably why I have found myself writing this post.

Because I wondered what exactly I do want, and that made me wonder if I even know what I want, and maybe if other girls feel this way and have no idea what they want, etc. etc. etc.

So there you have it.

My five minute rant about how I know that girls don't know what they want.

And now you know that I know that girls don't know what they want.

Thank goodness God already knows the desires of our hearts.

Because otherwise,

we'd all be screwed.

Forever His,

Rachel