Women's logic has nothing to do with logic itself, this is the general name for the charming unpredictability of the fair sex.
In the famous story by A. Conan Doyle, a group of daredevils goes to an uncharted land teeming with dinosaurs, Pithecanthropus and other prehistoric creatures. There, many unprecedented dangers and adventures await them, from which, as we know, they emerge victorious and become known to the whole world.
This wonderful story, which runs "with a bang" at school age (I personally read it at the age of 11), has, however, a very "childish" plot plot and denouement, because Conan Doyle was still not just a writer for scouts. And this whole crazy adventure begins with the fact that someone remembers that the main character, a young journalist, comes to the girl he is in love with to ask for her hand in marriage
The same one refuses him because she does not want to be the wife of mediocrity, she would like to fall in love with an outstanding, "interesting" person who somehow glorified his name. She is ready to give her heart to this. “Show yourself somehow, prove that you are not dullness, then you have a chance,” she tells him. After which, in fact, the young man joins the expedition going to the lost world.
However, when he returns to the zenith of fame as a hero and daredevil, about whom all the newspapers and all the scientific communities of London write, and rushes to the subject of his dreams, he will be unexpectedly and bitterly disappointed. While he fought with monsters and did not spare his belly in the name of science, the girl for whom he was doing all this managed to get married - moreover, to a petty bank clerk, a clerk, who is now commonly called "office plankton." A completely gray and unremarkable type. I just came out and that's it - contrary to logic, its promises and principles.
My friend in his early youth, during his student days, was in love with a girl. In love, as an eighteen-year-old man with a fervent heart and pure thoughts can be in love - that is, seriously. The girl was good, smart, from an intelligent family.
The trouble was that she did not reciprocate our hero. That is, not that … No, she agreed to meet with him, go to the cinema and to exhibitions. She knew that he was in love with her, he admitted this many times. In her own way, she liked him, for what girl at sixteen would not like it when poetry and songs were dedicated to her? - and dedicated to her.
All this was wonderful, but, alas, she could not find a reciprocal feeling in herself, which, in general, she honestly did not hide. Due to her modesty and upbringing, she could not tell him a decisive "no" - but he also could not get "yes" from her.
This tormented my friend a lot. This strange relationship - the crush on his part and the supportive "friendship" with her - continued for quite some time. He went to the army, wrote letters to her, devoted an infinite number of poems. She answered languidly … He returned from the army, tried to break up with her, stop communicating, but then time passed and called again - and again tickets to the cinema, flowers were bought, but the evening invariably ended at the entrance of her house … There was no prospect.
As time went. Our hero grew up, the heroine also turned from a teenage girl into an interesting young lady. She already had fans and some kind of personal life of her own, which he could only vaguely guess. The matter did not move from a dead center. She knew that he was in love and was tormented, but she could not help him. Once she even told him: “You know, the problem is not in you, but, apparently, in me. And you are very good …"
Five years have passed such a strange and painful relationship for our hero. In the end, he began to realize that it was time to somehow tie up with this situation and there was nothing to get hung up on, because there are actually a lot of girls in this world. Well, he doesn’t love it, and, apparently, will not love it anymore. Moreover, she once said that she was leaving to study in France for a very long time … well, what can you do. He resolutely and in no way entered into her plans.
And then one day, on a wonderful May evening, at the time of the spring flowering of everything and everyone, when the young heart so wants to love and be loved, our hero, as usual, saw off his unrequited love from another senseless movie show (he invited her to the cinema with one purpose - see each other, because meetings were already becoming very rare). Was invited to a cup of tea at her home.
In principle, all the dots on the "i" were placed: I am leaving, forgive us that nothing came of it, you still have everything ahead of you, and so on. All that remained was to drink tea and go home with a completely broken heart.
And then her friend came to visit our heroine. And my friend saw her.
And it's May, and everything is blooming. And I really want to fall in love, at least with someone. Moreover, you have just received the final "calculation" and you understand that five years of unrequited love is still a bit too much … and you, in fact, do not owe anything to anyone. They don't want you. Freedom. No offense?
And then something happened that my friend had never expected.
His "unrequited" passion, having learned about the date with his girlfriend, gave them both an absolutely incredible scene of jealousy. Our hero, who for five years got used to sluggish current communication, could not even imagine such rage, anger, emotions and reproaches. Their essence boiled down to the fact that "here you are there behind my back," and the like.
"You, like a hungry lion, rushed to the first one that came along …", - she shouted to him (and in fact, he was a "hungry lion" at that moment, because they themselves would have tried for five years …) and hung up, and when he tried to explain, flatly refused to communicate.
Our hero was completely discouraged and confused. For only yesterday he was told: sorry, do not be offended, everything … Well, everything is so EVERYTHING. Why are you now? But then. Go understand.
"So do not get you to anyone!" - this is from "Dowry". My friend is by no means a dowry, but was stunned by the order.
It all ended with the fact that she still left for her France. Forever it seems. They did not see each other again. And he married that same friend.
What offended her so much about that rather innocent date? A bouquet of flowers presented to a friend? An incredible fact that an admirer, who is always at hand and so quietly and habitually suffering somewhere in the corner, suddenly showed an "outside" interest?
No answer. "Mine" and that's it. Women's logic. Mysterious and incomprehensible.
But still…
“How not to feel reverent amazement and bow before these young and weak women, when they, who grew up in the hall and the atmosphere of the capital's big world, left, often contrary to the advice of their fathers and mothers, all the splendor and wealth that surrounded them, broke with all their past, with family and friendships, and rushed, like into an abyss, into distant Siberia, in order to find their unfortunate husbands in the hard mines and share with them their fate, full of deprivation and powerlessness of exiled convicts, burying their youth in the Siberian tundra and beauty … "N. A. Belogolovy.
It's about the wives of the Decembrists. When we men are going to joke and laugh at female logic, let's remember this too.
