An angry post from an ignorant, helpless housewife.

I actually don't have time to blog this afternoon, but I'm too irritated to focus on what I was working on. I don't have the time or energy to burn off my frustration thought exercise, so here goes nothing.

When two people are married they are represented by the other on several fronts. Here are a few examples:

When Michael was in the USAF I wasn't serving with him. This minor detail didn't stop people punishing him for my actions though. I had to learn the correct procedures (according to the USAF) to present and resolve a problem. This included keeping my mouth shut when I knew there was an easier and more efficient way to approach things. I remember going to open up a joint checking account with my paycheck and not being able to say or do anything without first giving Michael's social security number. I was a lot wilder back then too. I remember being encouraged to remove my tongue ring. I also remember not being able to put this kick ass bumper sticker on my car because of the content. It was hard to get used to, but I did it for Michael. Don't get me wrong, I still made waves they were just not tsunamis anymore.

Michael has had to learn to be somewhat of a foodie. He can't very well participate in several opportunities that come my way without learning some of what I know. He doesn't give a shit about what he eats as long as it's hot. He did this because he represents me when I'm not available to discuss the history of chocolate to a client. That being said, we are total and complete opposites.

I think Michael can be brash, over aggressive, and even somewhat tactless sometimes. I can be over-sensitive, indecisive, and conflicting. He likes music, movies, and the arts. I like baseball, cooking, and socializing. He likes hot sandwiches;I like cold. He uses the comforter; I use the sheet. I genuinely care about helping people; he wants them to owe him (not all the time). When I bring up a position on a certain issue he always challenges me with the opposite view. It's not to be mean, it's to help me consider all sides. He may even present it to me in a way I never thought about too. The best way to describe it is like looking at all sides of a box, and then realizing you forgot to look inside of it and count those sides. We only have a few things in common.

We both are intelligent, freethinking, people who encourage other people to do the same, even if they disagree with us. The difference is I am encouraged by the fact that people are thinking about it, whereas Michael will acknowledge their accomplishment and then tell them their wrong. He's excellent at debating and to date I would say I am probably the only person who can fluster him. I, on the other hand, am somewhat emotional and tend to take things personally. If he says something that pisses you off and you're my friend, I will deal with him. You may say your piece to him, but don't punish me by insulting me. It also works the other way when I am inappropriate. I believe everyone needs to have some sort of checks and balances when it comes to their own emotions, comments, and issues. We can all be a little too ____ (fill in the blank).

I will say I have a very successful relationship with Michael because of our foundation. It is made out of trust, honesty, communication, and the ability to be friends. There are sometimes when we will have a heated argument and the resolution will be to agree to disagree. That's the way it goes sometimes. You should never be looking for fault, blame, or being the winner of the argument. You should look toward finding a resolution.

Michael insulted someone recently and they were both rather rude. I expected more out of the person he insulted. He appears to think he is above everyone else and their ideas, therefore I expected him to exercise his higher understanding of human emotions and thoughts. He continually post well written ideas that seem thought out and rationalized. I can't say that I agree with a lot of his viewpoints, but they appeared to be something he contemplated. I feel this person takes great pleasure it determining himself an intellect. He is well versed in word. Being smart though doesn't always mean you make the right choices. This person decided to spout out on an issue I found completely inappropriate. I restrained myself from expounding on this issue because it is one I am very sensitive about. I'm thankful that he has never experienced this issue, however he has no business discussing it for that reason.

After the issue, several comments were exchanged back and forth by this young man and Michael. Both were inappropriate in different ways. When you insult Michael's intelligence you are insulting mine as well. You are saying that he is ignorant and in the same breath saying I am too. If I were intelligent I wouldn't have married such an asshole, hmmm? See how that works? There are certain things you must tread lightly when discussing, I believe intelligence is one of them. Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I need to pat myself on the back for it. Just because I'm intelligent I don't need to make other people feel stupid around me. I'm sure there is at least one person in my neighborhood that isn't literate, that doesn't make them less of a person; just disadvantaged. You don't know what their story is. You can only find that out by communicating with them. They could be ignorant people who think schooling is useless. They could also be someone who's had extenuating circumstances who's trying to remedy the problem. You know what, I can help instead of judging. I can choose.

I choose to question things. I choose to help people. I choose to learn about different people and different things. If we were all the same it would be a pretty fucking dull existence, either that or I would definitely have several pair of jeans to choose from.

I guess the point of this is that every action has a reaction. Sometimes the reaction affects more people then you intend to and in different ways than you expect.



***Note***
I'm glad I had time to process my thoughts otherwise this post would have been entirely based upon my emotions. It would have read something like this:

If you ever insult me or my husband again, I will rack you so hard your dick will come out your mouth you fucking shit fuck. Just so you know that would be after I broke your ribs and shit fuck is being kind....

I prefer the well thought out way, which do you like?