The bamboo which bends is stronger than the oak which resists. Japanese proverb
What causes us to be irritable? Why do I want to hug and snuggle Jim one minute but want to smack him the next? Why do things that used to make me laugh, make me angry now? Why can I not accept who we both are but constantly want to change us for the better (or at least my version of it)?
I’d keep this to myself if I thought I were the only person who felt this way, but I know I’m not alone. People feel this way about their partners, their kids, their friends, their co-workers and their relatives.
This love-hate behavior is nothing new to PMSing or pre-menopausal women, but once you feel you should be through that period (no pun intended), it’s frustrating to realize it still exists. I would so much rather laugh with each other than debate who’s right.
It seems that even though I make light of it, I have this continual need to be right. What is that all about? How come it is so much more strong-willed now that in my past. Maybe this is the curse of being without an eight hour a day job. I have time now to care about my rightness. Well, isn’t that interesting. I guess I just solved that. It’s me. I have been so sure it was Jim causing this, making me crazy. But noooo, I’m my own enemy. So I guess that’s what they mean when they say it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks; it only matters that we are okay with ourselves. So I can quit annoying myself by relaxing and understanding. I can accept or fight. I can bend and not break. Hmmm.
If you read this Jim, don’t think you’re off the hook just yet!
