There are some women in the world capable of giving immense peace and warmth. They are different from mainstream, but supposed to be the most ordinary woman: motherly caring, kind, generous and modest. They don't have extraordinary charisma, nor do they have striking personality. They are quiet and mind their business, they don't rush for success just for the sake of success. After spending some time with them, you realise how masculine you are: too strong, too independent, too mercantile and too rational. And you don't like it. You actually feel a little pity for yourself for a second for lacking inner femininity. For being neither fully man nor fully woman.