The Marlboro Man, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry, the star quarterback, the ace pitcher…we men have these idols; guys who stand alone – seemingly – and save the team, rescue the woman, solve the problem. And we think that if we admit to a problem; a problem within ourselves, we’ll be perceived as weak. And nothing could be worse than appearing weak in front of those we want to impress.
So we don’t talk about the unsettling thoughts running through our heads. We don’t talk about the pain we feel when we’re alone. We don’t talk about how we feel we’re letting down those around us. We don’t talk about unrealized, unspoken, unmet goals and dreams. We desire close friends but we don’t open up to those people who are ideal candidates to be lifelong friends.