Sometimes I don’t even know why I try. You’d think after 28 years some things wouldn’t be so hard to do. But, alas, they are and continue to be. It’s a lesson I’ll never learn. What am I talking about you ask? Part of the answer might be found in my last blog post, answering it fully will take a few more words here.
It usually starts out as a casual discussion, until I try to get my point across. I’ll try to give you an example of what I mean. A recent discussion went something like this:
Me: I think it would be harder for a single person to maintain (i.e. do all the chores) a two bedroom home with a full basement, two car garage, and big yard to mow than it would be if that same person had to maintain a one bedroom apartment, with no garage or basement or yard to mow.
Her: No it wouldn’t.
Is my point that I think it might be harder valid or not? According to her, it’s not. Nothing I say or do ever resolves such dilemmas; I try to state my point of view and her reasoning is basically that she doesn’t care to see my point, and (oddly I think), she doesn’t care if I see her point either. What’s the use of discussion if neither party cares to hear the reasoning of the other?
The big downside of this is I get angry when she refuses to see my point. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t fully understand why. I guess I’m just flawed, or possibly full of it. My anger may or may not be justified, but until I discover the best way to control it, discussions like the one above should be avoided at all costs. If you have any suggestions as to how that can be accomplished please leave them in a comment.