We are a bunch of selfish oafs if you ask me. Compromise, hell no. Give up something I prize; you must be kidding? So when asked what I’d yield for harmony, I balked.
Being a quibbler, I automatically asked: for whom and why? We all yield things for harmony in relationships, even if it’s only agreeing to be quieter coming home after a late night at work, not partying with the boys every evening, or stopping avoiding domestic tasks like washing dishes. I like to wash but hate to dry, so I had a major existential crisis when asked to dry and put away. I had already yielded significant ground by agreeing to fold laundry; once again, I like to wash but hate to put away dry clothes. If the heap system was OK for me as a bachelor, why is it now verboten?
Let’s face it there are limits. Harmony is fine, but what about fundamental liberties? Where in the lexicon of terms regarding harmony does it say deprivation of fundamental freedoms is a good thing?
I’m going on strike. No more dishwashing until harmony is restored!
I am the oldest kid in my family and for my ENTIRE life I was expected to be adult in the room. Those days are gone and I hope against hope they never come back.
Ah yeah, “Take care of your little brother.” Well, that proved impossible but it was so hard to shrug off that responsibility.
Nothing like loading on the guilt with the responsibility.
I agree. Harmony should be in reference to music only.
I wash and dry the clothes and wash and dry the dishes, but he puts away his clothes and the dishes. I do have my limits!
Actually, I do not like drying and putting away, but I do lots of other things.
hope she doesn’t see this post… lol… you might get hungry… lol … luv ya…
You are a very skilled wordsmith! A delightful read