I came across a thought-provoking blurb today:
Arguing about money is rarely about money. It is about power.
Arguing about sex is rarely about sex. It is about intimacy.
Arguing about the kids is rarely about the kids. It is about control.
Arguing about chores is rarely about chores. It is about fairness.
Arguing about jealousy is rarely about fidelity. It is about maturity.
Arguing about work is rarely about work. It is about time.
Arguing about relatives is rarely about them. It is about expectations.
Have you ever had a relationship (with a man ;-)) that was on again off again. EMOTIONAL Rollercoaster!! UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN!! Try as I might I cannot end it....I moved thousands of miles away from the man just to be pulled in again by the very thin string that he has attached to my waist! The attraction between us is unbearable....it is like static electricity....the kind that gives you a little jolt when you touch someone....when we are together everyone can feel it. Especially me with his eyes on me as I cross the room. UGH!!! So what do you do when there is a thorn in your side that you just can't seem to reach to pull out?????
Sometimes, I marvel at the power I wield. Like when the elevator doors open, and I get to walk in first, while five others stand around waiting for me to do so. It can be a lot of pressure, when I don’t feel like being first, or when I’m carrying a large bag and need to get by a man or two. But, inevitably, I find the strength within to move forward. They’re counting on me, after all.
In my younger years, I found this responsibility bothersome, and was not afraid to let people know it. But now that I’ve made it through my teen angst, I feel myself quite lucky to have married a man who opens the car door for me and waits for me to be seated before seating himself. He’s not opposed to my holding open the door, but he’s a gentleman. Last week, I had to refrain from coaching some teenage boys to wait until I had left the elevator before rushing out themselves. If it makes a woman in their future feel as special as it makes me feel, they would have thanked me. But hopefully they’ll learn it on their own.