Furthermore, one in three stated they didn't have a best friend. For women, these figures were lower at 12 percent. On average, British men are leading more solitary lives compared to women.

This doesn't surprise me one bit. I watch a lot of British TV and I can't tell you how many times they describe a victim or suspect as "he keeps himself to himself."

Let's face it, guys have a harder time accessing their emotions and they definitely don't ask anybody what those feelings mean.

Women's and men's brains work differently

That stuff about women's intuition is true. Our brains operate far differently; that's a scientific fact.

We are wired to multitask and analyze, perhaps even ad nauseam, while guys just have another beer and play basketball with the boys.

Men need a lot of freedom, space to process what's happening at work and why they might feel overwhelmed and inadequate. So they slouch on the couch and dread hearing "We have to talk," which often means she talks and he listens…or pretends to.

Guys are simple creatures compared to women, my ex used to say. Give them a passion, a career they can excel in, some food and sex and they're "fine."

But some women can't stop nagging and asking for more communication about feelings. We all know couples who haven't made love in 15 years or more. It's insane.

No wonder Gary Chapman and his love language books, as well as the John Grey Mars and Venus books, have sold billions.

Thank God, some guys at my age (61, I can't believe I'm so freaking old) know their love language and have done a little self-help and spiritual work…but we need to encourage all men to do more of that.

Not this BS about "man up already."

The Golden Rule

We need to get back to the Golden Rule in all our relationships. Treat others as you want to be treated. Both genders are way too focused on taking care of and feeding the Me monster.

Heck, I even saw a profile on Match where the guy just called himself ME.

No name, as if the mystery would intrigue me? Right, just like the fish pictures and sunglasses, buddy! NEXT.

Listen to James Ingram. Remember that old song "One Hundred Ways"? I can't quote the lyrics without copyright infringement but look it up on YouTube.

If you want a best friend, then BE a bestie. Want a hot babe half your age? Don't read my posts here; you are clearly delusional.

I've been reading these profiles online for 10 years, sad to say. And most of them put me to sleep. They mention long walks on the beach, concerts, wine and roses. Hey, we all want that.

What truly matters is does he or she GET you? Do you smile when you hear her favorite song? Does she greet you at the door with a kiss and a smile?

My way or the highway?

Can we stop all the fussing and fighting already? The Beatles put it best: We Can Work It Out.

Sadly, though, most of the men I meet are thinking: What's in it for ME? What are my needs?

Maybe that is why you're so damn lonely. You should try to be more like my dad was.

He was pathetic in the kitchen but he helped raise us five kids. He didn't ignore us when he came home after a hard day in a Chicago ad agency where his boss fired and rehired him three times.

He could've become a boozer or a drug addict but he grew up as an only child with great parents, went to St. Rita Catholic High School in Chicago, and raised us in the church.

Compromise already!

Good old family values. Think about the others in your family; honor your father and mother, judge not or you will be judged. Strive to be more like Jesus.

All this nonsense in our country right now makes me sick. Look at all this furor about the Kansas City Chiefs kicker Harrison Butker.

He has the nerve to preach Catholic values at a Catholic university and all the feminists go rabid.

My parents were the old-school kind, she was the homemaker and he the provider.

And you know what? None of us five kids ever got arrested, pregnant, on drugs or alcohol…

I'm not saying if you send your kid to Catholic schools and do everything right, all will be perfect. Christians aren't perfect, as they say…just forgiven.

Don't let the Me monster take over

All I'm saying is guys like Russell Brand and Jordan Peterson are speaking out about the lack of God in our crazy culture.

When you let the Me monster take over and start believing your own crap, you're on that Highway to Hell AC/DC sang about.

The relationship you have with yourself and God should be your top priority.

I know a lot of people will poop all over this but go right ahead. I'm a big girl; this is what has worked for thousands of years, friends.

Depression and anxiety run in my family

Without my faith and my amazing parents, I'd have committed suicide when I was 15.

Honest to God, depression and anxiety are rampant in my family; smarter people are more likely to get depressed because we know all that can go wrong.

But since I let go and let God be my best friend, I'm not lonely anymore.

I've lost three siblings and an uncle and countless friends, faced cancer, radiation, a brain-stem stroke, and three bouts with pneumonia, and a broken leg.

And Jesus has been there every minute, guiding me and comforting me.

Focus on God

You are not alone, guys or girls. God is forgiving. Whatever you have done…even murder…he will forgive, if you're willing to repent and sin no more.

Let's face it, people with friends live longer. Lonely people get depressed, more physical illnesses, and give up all hope.

A world gone bonkers

We have never needed God more than we do right now. With all the wars, inflation, crime, nasty cat fights in Congress, and total insanity going on, I need an anchor more than ever.

Friends and family members have abandoned me for whatever reasons. I've stopped asking why; they refuse to tell me.

All I know is God has a plan for them, for you, and for me.

Jesus, take the wheel

Kneel down and pray: Jesus, take the wheel. I've messed up my life, my relationships, etc.

Now God may not answer right away. I'm so impatient, always wanting an answer this minute.

I spent three years asking God why I was homeless after my stroke and waiting to get Social Security disability.

Practice gratitude

At least God gave me the chance to keep on living. Most people die from a brain-stem stroke, which was (surprise) caused by my radiation I had over 30 years ago.

Why me, God? Well, turn that around. Why NOT me? Who am I to question the Almighty?

If you have anxiety, ask yourself: Is this the end of the world? Put a rubber band on your wrist and snap it if you feel a panic attack coming on.

Find yourself a good therapist who will talk to you, not just prescribe pills.

Research shows both must be used to fully heal someone. Baby steps and everything in moderation are what saw me through being stuck in the worst homeless shelter in Pinellas County, right near the jail.

Without God, I would've gone absolutely insane. I'm not kidding. I even had a feeding tube and nowhere private to lie down and use it.

The woman who ran our unit didn't even care if I got my Ensure…I learned she even had a husband who runs an assisted living facility where you turn over your whole disability check. No way, no way. My parents didn't raise an idiot.

Let go and let God

It's a cliche but it's true…let go and let God take over. Stop asking Him why and learn to trust Him, talk to Him.

It's perfectly fine to tell Him all, He already knows what's in your heart and mind.

Rage at him if you feel the need. Remember Jesus in the temple? Love for His Father consumed him and he had to teach those losers a lesson.

Just like the wizard in The Wizard of Oz, God or Allah or whatever you want to call him is behind the scenes, working out a plan for your good.

It probably doesn't seem like it when you're doing the 97th round of tests and chemo…but he sees you.

He hears you. Even when you're convinced nobody else cares.

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