The other day some very smart ladies and I had a quick workday lunch. We talked about world peace, how to save the economy, the usual stuff we tackle when we get together….ah hem. But then the conversation moved to the men in our lives. Our very significant others.
I was rehashing/retelling a short story about my husband’s complete lack of “suck-it-up”. It’s like he’s missing the gene. He’s a good man and I love him to bits – but that boy cannot make a bad situation better. He’s better at spotlighting or highlighting or magnifying that bad situation. To be fair – if you asked him – he’d say I was a “head-in-the-clouds” Pollyanna. And I am. It takes a lot for me to think badly about something or someone. I go with the flow. He’s like a big, tall building blocking the flow.
The reason I fell for the guy is that he’s always been decisive and determined. And in all honestly, loads of good things have happened to us because he won’t stand for things going wrong. Better dinners, easier weekends, stronger kids, etc. He’s got a mission. All the time. When that mission goes astray – he’s upset and not afraid to show it.
Not me – I meander. I stroll. If something goes wrong, my first instinct is to see the positive from it. It’s very Asian of me. It’s not always a good thing and it’s exhausting.
You know that fight or flight instinct? I would always flight. In other words, if aliens landed tomorrow, I would not be the gal joining the rebellion and fighting back. I’d be the one thinking,”gee, maybe the world will be better post invasion.” or “I wonder what they eat?”.
So he may be missing the gene, but I’m knee-deep in it. I’m not sure which one is better.