connection at bali studios


what is connection?
are there different kinds?
if so,
which one do you desire?
they say we are all
connected spiritually,
wifi connects us
a mother is connected
to her child
a dog to its owner…
i ask the question today
does a man connect
to a woman
or can he connect to her
on the level
does he really need
this connection
or is this a girl thing?
girls bond.
end of story.
they share
innermost secrets
daily chit chat
hurt, pain, joy, excitement
in most cases
are more connected
than any
man to his wife…
do manly things
drink, watch sports
golf, surf…
what do they talk about?
do they find the connection
they need
with their bf’s?
comedian Mark Gungor explains it this way…

“Men’s brains and women’s brains are different!
And here’s how: Men’s brains are made up of little boxes and we have a box for everything. We have a box for the car. We have a box for the money. We have a box for the job, a box for the kids, a box for you, a box for your mother…somewhere in the basement.
And the rule is the boxes do not touch. All right?
When a man discusses a particular subject, he goes to the appropriate box, slides it out, opens it up, will discuss only the content of that particular box and then when he is done, he puts it away hoping not to touch or disturb any of the other boxes.
Now a woman’s brain is made up of a big ball of wire and everything is connected to everything…It’s like the Internet super highway, and it’s all driven by energy that we call emotion. It’s one of the reasons that women tend to remember everything because if you take an event and tie it to emotion you can remember it forever. The same thing happens to men, but it doesn’t happen very often, because frankly…we don’t care. But women tend to remember EVERYTHING! Zzzzzzz-zzzzz-zzzz.
Men have a box in their brain that women are not aware of. This particular box, has NOTHING in it. It’s true. In fact, we call it the “Nothing” box. And of all the boxes a man has in his brain, the nothing box is his favorite box. If a man has a chance, he’ll go to his nothing box EVERYTIME. That’s why a man can do something seemingly completely brain dead for hours on end. You know, like, fishing. They’ve actually measured this. The University of Pennsylvania did a study and men can do absolutely nothing and still breathe. Women can’t do it. Their minds never stop! Zzz-Zzzz-zzzz. And they don’t understand the “Nothing” box…and it drives them CRAZY…because NOTHING makes a woman go crazy like watching a man…doing…nothing!”

women want a nothing box!
but it’s impossible
because our connection
‘did i empty the dishwasher?
i need to pick up groceries…
the kids have their physical tomorrow…
shit, i forgot to get gas in the car…’
are just a few of the
millions of things
running circles around our brains
when we sit with our
hubbies and families
watching the boob tube at night…
where there is television
there are a zillion colorful lights
blinging up inside a woman’s head…
‘oooh, what’s that purple light for?
oh, i love that bright yellow,
let’s see what that is…’
we are just
and that is ok.
woman can sit with their friends
and see all those tiny
bright lights
popping up inside their bf’s head,
because they are connected!
do we wish we could sit
with our husbands
and cry on his shoulder
and tell him everything
we are feeling at that moment?
because at that moment
he may have pulled out his
‘wife box’
but what we don’t know
is their is an escape hatch
inside of it
which leads to his
‘nothing box!’
sure we think he is listening
as he hugs us in close
dries our tears
whispers those words,
‘i understand.
i love you.
let it all out…’
and after those few minutes
of balling
with snot running out of our nose
mascara streaks everywhere
an empty box of kleenex
wadded up all over the floor
that the dogs have now
half eaten
leaving a mess for you to clean up,
do we feel better?
in a strange way,
we do.
we then spend the next
15 minutes cleaning up
the mess on the floor
cleaning up our
‘wtf happened to us’ faces
throwing on our nighties
grabbing the dogs
and a glass of wine
heading to bed
to snuggle
with their wet noses
while our husbands
comfortably stretch out
in their nothing boxes
scratch their balls
fart a few times
clicking from station
to station
that this evening
is a sacrifice
every man makes
when his wife needs it…
it’s all in the name of love.