ThickHead
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I just experienced one of those rare moments of cognizance, which I felt I needed to share. Since I am sitting alone (supposedly working at my desk, but actually lurking on HBT), with no one nearby with which to share, I decided to share it here.
Over the years I have learned a great many things about relationships. Most importantly, I have learned to admire (and understand) what a huge impact the “small things” tend to have when it comes to love, respect, trust, and even humor within a relationship.
As many of you may know, from some of my previous posts, my wife is from Indonesia. So English is a second language for her. And while her fluency in the English language is very good, there are still some levels of the usage of slang, under certain conditions, that create (in my mind) some absolutely adorably humorous events. One such event just completely, and utterly, erased a bit of frustration (which was causing me to stew a bit) that I had at that moment with a certain tendency my wife has when borrowing some of my (work) things. The event sort of went like this…
Me: (while lying on the bed, thinking) “Sayang (equivalent to “Baby” or “Dear” and the like), where is my thumb-drive? I needed it at work today and couldn’t find it in my bag. Didn’t you borrow it to transfer some photos yesterday?”
Wife: “I have it. It’s in my bag.”
Interlude: My wife often borrows various items from my work backpack. As I typically travel for work, like I am at this time, my work backpack is my travelling office and it is often critical that I have the things I need to support my efforts. I don’t, in the least bit, mind that she borrows any item I (we) own. However, she has a tendency (which is a polite description) to not return the items she borrows to where they belong. Which means it is not a rare event for me to scramble to find alternatives at inopportune moments, as a result.
Me: (With a stern look and serious tone) “Sayang, I really need your help to return the things you borrow from my backpack so that I have the things I need for work, when I need them. I have been caught unprepared for circumstances on several occasions because I believe I have items that end up missing because you forget to return them. One of these days I am going to be without something I need, on a critical occasion with a client, and because you forgot to return what I need, I will be screwed.”
Wife: (Crosses the room from the wardrobe where she is dressing after a shower, lays on top of me, kisses me softly on the forehead with a somber face) “Baby, I’m so sorry to make you screw.”
In an instant I am disarmed, half in tears from laughter, and internalizing, to an even greater extent, my love for this crazy woman!
Anyway….I had to share. Thanks for listening.
Over the years I have learned a great many things about relationships. Most importantly, I have learned to admire (and understand) what a huge impact the “small things” tend to have when it comes to love, respect, trust, and even humor within a relationship.
As many of you may know, from some of my previous posts, my wife is from Indonesia. So English is a second language for her. And while her fluency in the English language is very good, there are still some levels of the usage of slang, under certain conditions, that create (in my mind) some absolutely adorably humorous events. One such event just completely, and utterly, erased a bit of frustration (which was causing me to stew a bit) that I had at that moment with a certain tendency my wife has when borrowing some of my (work) things. The event sort of went like this…
Me: (while lying on the bed, thinking) “Sayang (equivalent to “Baby” or “Dear” and the like), where is my thumb-drive? I needed it at work today and couldn’t find it in my bag. Didn’t you borrow it to transfer some photos yesterday?”
Wife: “I have it. It’s in my bag.”
Interlude: My wife often borrows various items from my work backpack. As I typically travel for work, like I am at this time, my work backpack is my travelling office and it is often critical that I have the things I need to support my efforts. I don’t, in the least bit, mind that she borrows any item I (we) own. However, she has a tendency (which is a polite description) to not return the items she borrows to where they belong. Which means it is not a rare event for me to scramble to find alternatives at inopportune moments, as a result.
Me: (With a stern look and serious tone) “Sayang, I really need your help to return the things you borrow from my backpack so that I have the things I need for work, when I need them. I have been caught unprepared for circumstances on several occasions because I believe I have items that end up missing because you forget to return them. One of these days I am going to be without something I need, on a critical occasion with a client, and because you forgot to return what I need, I will be screwed.”
Wife: (Crosses the room from the wardrobe where she is dressing after a shower, lays on top of me, kisses me softly on the forehead with a somber face) “Baby, I’m so sorry to make you screw.”
In an instant I am disarmed, half in tears from laughter, and internalizing, to an even greater extent, my love for this crazy woman!
Anyway….I had to share. Thanks for listening.
