Several years ago I cut a two-frame comic strip out of the newspaper. The subject matter was one of the mundane exchanges between men and women and of the mystifying differences between the two sexes. In the first frame, the words in the woman's dialog cloud were "What are you thinking about?" The reply in the man's dialog cloud was "Nothing." In the second frame, the clouds had become thought clouds. Her thought was "I wonder what he's really thinking about..." His thought cloud was empty.
I thought it was hilarious, but it made me start thinking and observing more. Forgive the generalities, but here are my conclusions about a particular difference in the way men and women think. If a woman's conscious mind can be compared to a theater or some other performance venue, the curtain is open with many threads in motion at once...sort of like a Cirque du Soleil performance. We are used to this, and it makes us very good at multi-tasking. When too many threads of thought are in motion, though, we get "busy head" syndrome. A man's conscious mind is more like a multiple-slot electric toaster---something's cooking in there, but even he may be unaware of it. Occasionally..BING!, a solution, answer, or idea he has been ruminating on will be finished and pop into the forefront of his consciousness the way toast pops up from a toaster when it's done. Working things out in the back of his mind allows for very focused concentration for whatever task is at hand, but he's not that good at multi-tasking.
Today it has been exactly one year since I signed on at Cpnhelp.org. It has been a mixed blessing. It is saving Steve from MS progression and even reversing it. I stand at the threshold of benefiting from it health-wise myself. The only downside is the burden of heightened awareness of stealth infections and the role they play in human and animal illness. That awareness is useful in your circle of control or influence, but it brings sadness when witnessing disease processes in those who are beyond your circle of influence.
Steve's cognitive function is impaired from past MS progression, but it's improving. Now, I have a new confidence when I see a blank, remote gaze in his eyes, and I ask "What's on your mind?" His reply is still usually "Nothing" (the standard masculine answer), but I know his toaster is working even if all the slots aren't full yet.