Males are simple. No fancy dress, no expensive clothes, no exaggeration for aesthetics. Give them black, white, or some base colours and they are done for the day.
It’s a common male trait. They don’t bother about what people say about their appearance. It hardly affects them. Yes, it hardly affects. Not even 0.5% — until they themselves start thinking about it. But yes, most of us are fitness freak. We wanna look strong, healthy and lean. All of us want to. It's very common.
What else?
All males like cars and bikes. Why? Don’t know.
I remember when I was a kid, I too would lament for toy cars whenever I fell sick. Yes! Now, it hardly matters. I can buy, but I don’t feel it’s necessary. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know the models. Perhaps, I know all of them now. Why? It’s because of my son. Whenever he goes with me for a walk, on the way, he keeps asking, “Papa, which car is this?” And surprisingly, I too have developed interest now.
Impact of company? Maybe. These days I also talk too much with my brother-in-laws who are car lovers. Scorpio, Verna, Thar, Tigor and many more. Fascinating or idiotic? Am I also becoming an idiot?
No, I am not saying them idiots! How can I? I mean it's like walking into the lion's den.
Maybe are not idiot. Maybe just father. Maybe just men who are simple enough to find joy in his son’s small questions, and wise enough to enjoy the ride without needing to own the car.
That’s the thing about men. They don’t need much. A plain shirt, a walk with their kid, and a conversation about cars they’ll probably never buy — and they’re happy.
Simple, isn’t it?
