Can't live with them, can't live without them

I must admit it feels kind off sad to have to title my piece with a cliché. It’s not like I hate them, not at all, but all my life I have been telling myself that clichés are too typical. Too common. However, during a recent trip with my friends I learned that many times clichés are the perfect fit for a situation. During one of the dinners, over a huge portion of wonderful lasagna we were discussing the exact meaning of the word cliché. I can clearly remember myself saying that they were statements and sayings that were common and usually funny. We talked some more and got to the conclusion that they generally don’t express the truth. However, I must apologize to well known lines.
How did I notice that the definition I had for them was wrong? Another simple yet complex word: guys. The trip was very fun, but that does not mean I didn’t learn anything from it. Guys are like a different species. A day into the trip the three girls, including me, had all the things stacked into neat piles in the closet. The bathroom reeked of perfume, creams, and lotions and it wad covered with all sized bags filled with items needed for our personal hygiene. We asked the guys if they had unpacked and they said they had. But when we went into their walk in closet there was nothing there. The bathroom counter had a couple of tooth brushes and tooth pastes, and the floor of the room was littered, or organized as they saw it, with clothes, hair brushes, deodorants, cell phones ect. The difference was gigantic, but somehow we managed to enjoy ourselves. How? That is one of the unanswered questions that humanity has been pondering for ages. How it is that men and women, two species that are very similar and yet differ in almost everything, live together? Here is where the famous cliché comes in handy to describe the relationship between the seemingly different species of humans. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
We were surrounded by them for five days. Lots of guys, not so many girls. They were ever present in our rooms, next to us at the table, swimming up behind us in the clear pool, cheering us on as we skied. We sometimes felt as if it was too much, as if there constant being there was driving us crazy. We felt vulnerable, exposed. We were in severe need of some of that precious, quiet, relaxing, ravishing girl time that happens between girlfriends. Some other times when they were joking in the pool, or laughing instead of sleeping, we felt left out and wanted to go talk with them, be with them. What was our problem, I kept asking myself. Well, after thinking about it intently I figured out that the answer was simple, we can’t live with them, we can’t live without them. Reflecting on this brought light upon many other subjects that are continuously shown in T.V. and books. The women are always protesting about their man’s disorder, the noise, and everything else. We always say men are annoying and we are much better. However, when we are alone we look carefully for one, going on dates, getting crushes, dreaming about them. I imagine it is the same from the other way around. They probably go nuts with our frequent requests, the vanity, the need for something better all the time. When we are not there though, they work hard and long to grab a new woman, to have someone there.
So what is the explanation for the cliché? I am sadly forced to declare that after dissecting every aspect of it that was present during this amazing trip, I simply cannot answer the question. There is always the need for something that is not there, be it the presence or the absence of it. There is the need for some time both in company of guys and alone. There is the natural need for our time, with our people, time for some nice talk, and a lovely bonding. The difference between sexes will always stay a mystery, but isn’t that what makes it interesting?