She was talking with her husband and cooking at the same time. Her husband was washing the dishes. After a while, he said, “All your questions start with ‘why.’ It fries the whole CPU of the mind. How does your brain process so much and nothing ever breaks?”

She replied, “I don’t know.”

Her husband protested, “My brain gets tired after two or three of your whys. Answering your questions is hard because processing them takes energy. It’s better to set aside this constant processing.”

She looked at him and said, “Do you think this is a choice? This is my nature. I analyse and process everything, no matter how hard it is.”

Then, as she chopped the onions, she laughed and told him, “Interestingly, other guys—especially engineers—have told me the same thing. That my questions are all whys. That I’m always analysing everything and won’t let go until I fully understand.”

He said, “Others get tired. Their minds give out. It takes high mental power to analyse so much and answer it all.”

She turned to him and said, “Everyone told me that, except one person, who always looked me in the face, smiled, and said, ‘Ask. What do you want to ask?’ And then he answered.”

The man looked at his wife. On her face, he saw grief. “Him?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You miss him. Don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like to go back and keep doing what you used to do?”

“No. He is broken. And insane. And selfish.” She kept thinking. “He cannot regulate his life, and his emotions. His brain is unstable. The environment he creates is highly unstable, because he is unpredictable. And humans are not good with unbalanced, unstable environments.”

“He was really good at what he did. I wish he weren’t such a predator.”

“He is. Maybe that’s why I am longing. But he is broken, and I am not able to fix him. And nobody likes him. People smile at him, without spitting you are a f-predator at him.”

“It’s natural. You two are alike. It doesn’t surprise me that your brains process each other so easily. And don’t say that. You liked him, even if no one does. And I do a bit, too.”

After a few minutes, the man said, protesting, again, “But if he lived with you, he’d get tired, too! He would get exhausted and would time you out.”

Men. They are fascinating.

But I don’t think he would do that. He is insane, selfish, abusive, but he would never do that.