Ever notice how my posts are all about parenting, housekeeping, and political rants, but you never see me talk about classic "guy stuff" like sports, cars, or beer? Well, let me clue you in. The simple truth is, I just don't care. I have about as much interest in American or Canadian football as I do in watching grass grow. I just mow the lawn and call it a day.
It all boils down to our tendency to get stuck in stereotypical roles. I'd rather spend my time reading or writing blog posts than debating a game-winning touchdown. I'll admit, I used to enjoy baseball, but it was a fleeting interest, not a lifelong passion. I don't feel that primal, masculine urge to get into a "pissing contest" with other guys. Let them be as rough, tough, and ridiculous as they want. Honestly, I'm happier just hanging out inside my own head.
Now, some of you might think that makes me an introvert. Nope, not exactly. I'm probably more of an extrovert, but it's complicated. When Carl Jung first came up with the terms, he argued that being too much of an introvert or an extrovert was a sign of instability. The goal, he said, was to be somewhere in the middle. I like to think that's where I live. This middle-of-the-road approach means I don't fit into the typical male social roles, which often prize being a loud, proud extrovert. It's not that I'm not outgoing—it's just that I'm not a "crowd person." It's hard to explain, but it's the reason you won't see me posting about last night's game.
So, for all the people wondering, here's my official explanation: not all guys are sports fanatics, and I'm a living, breathing example. I know, shocking.
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