Why are guys so complicated?

Retrodeb54

Surely you jest ...
Well boys do love their toys, but a lot of men just like the challenge of fixing something or putting it together using their own ingenuity.

I watch my sons do this all the time. They are always wondering if this or that would work and then they just do it. They don't care if it fails, they just try it again a new way.

Curiosity is indeed a major factor in the mystery I'm sure. Take it apart to see what makes it work. Its the car antics that scare me though, tinkering with the car...having leftover parts and deciding "Oh well, it started." :shocked:



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PrepH4U

New Member
Maybe they were trying to stay occupied on that off chance that you would not engage them in conversation and unload on them about every minute detail of your day.

That is if you chose to listen and/or hear them. I wish I could develop my selective hearing sense. :lol:
 

NorthBeachPerso

Honorary SMIB
Seriously, it seems most of the time when they have a problem they'll solve it with the most complicated method when something simpler will do. I have a zillion personal examples of this:

One of my ex-husbands used to fuss at me for using a nail file as a screwdriver, or a high heel for a hammer. "Tsk," he'd say. Then he'd run off to find the tool box and unearth the "proper" tool, and by the time he came back with it the job was done.

He bought this jar opening contraption - why, I have no idea because we were only in our mid-20s and not arthritic yet. Confronted with a stubborn jar of jam, he started rummaging around for the jar opener. I picked up the jar, gave it a couple of quick taps, and popped the lid right off.

He was also the king of "I can make it fit," as in something would be the wrong size and instead of taking it back and getting the correct size, he'd "make it fit". Typically this didn't work out and he'd end up going back to exchange it like he should have done in the first place. Or he'd spend hours and make two trips for the tools needed to put a square peg in a round hole.

There are many, many more stories I could tell but the guys are on here and I don't want to personally bust them out. :lol:

So why is this? Are men just genetically predisposed to do things the hard way? Why they won't ask for directions, or read the instructions on something they're putting together? Not all men, and I know this, but it does seem to be a common theme. Is it a gadget thing, as in they just like their gadgets? Or don't care to be told what to do?

Ex-husband, huh? Wonder why?
 

Wenchy

Hot Flash
Dutch has all kinds of "toys". I better stop before he gets mad at me. I have no explanation.

Here I go (hormonal today)

GPS is horrible. Not asking for directions is one thing but swerving to a robot's directions is another. AAA still has maps.

I have no problem stopping and asking.

Men :rolleyes:
 

Bann

Doris Day meets Lady Gaga
PREMO Member
Well boys do love their toys, but a lot of men just like the challenge of fixing something or putting it together using their own ingenuity.

I watch my sons do this all the time. They are always wondering if this or that would work and then they just do it. They don't care if it fails, they just try it again a new way.

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Bann

Doris Day meets Lady Gaga
PREMO Member
Because he kept having to run and find hammers, rummage for gadgets and tinker with fix-its, of course. Not to mention that he would drive around for an hour because he didn't like to ask directions. Why else?

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Railroad

Routinely Derailed
Vrai, I think you may be the first person I've heard (read) that said men are complicated, let alone asked why. On the other hand, I've been so guilty of doing things the hard way that I pizzed other men off (my longsuffering son would attest to that).

There are practical examples for and against your argument. And I know of more than a few women who subscribe to the old adage that "men are usually either hungry or horny."

But as to the WHY question, I'd say we're often "conditioned" to solve a problem on our own, and do it quickly, and display our technical acumen at any opportunity (by the way, using the right tool for the job, justifies the money he spent to buy the tool).

The last time I stopped to ask for directions, I was 19 years old and lost in Southeast D.C., in the region where most windows were still boarded up from the 1967 riots. A group of gentlemen were seated on a stoop passing around a a funny-looking cigarette and a paper bag with a bottle neck sticking out of it. I was driving a very shiny Cadillac Sedan de Ville, gold with a white top. When I stopped and lowered my power window to ask directions, there was a shocked silence for about ten seconds, followed by gales of laughter. Puzzled, I put my window back up and continued my unguided tour of our Nation's Capitol. I concluded that asking directions does not always solve one's navigation problem.
 
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