Thursday, August 19, 2010
Yin & Yang
I'm convinced that the whole "opposites attract" concept really is true. Our similarities might draw us together, but in the end we are balanced out by someone who possesses personality traits that are, in many ways, polar opposites of our own.
My husband and I are no exception to this rule. While face value might lead you to think that we are very much alike (aside from the whole growing up on a farm thing) in reality we have very dissimilar personality traits. He follows the directions; I wanted to be finished with the project 3 hours before it began. He refuses to purchase anything that isn't on sale and must always use a coupon; I just want to buy sparkly things I like. He takes long naps on the floor; I lay on the floor to complain about my life's trials and tribulations. He recharges his mental batteries with silence; I never stop yapping. Never.
Really, though, the biggest difference between us is our capacity to freak out about things. Realistically, you could say that I freak out about nearly everything, even when it's completely unnecessary to do so. Last night is a spectacular example of my freaking out skills. Something to keep in mind is that the other way in which we're not alike is that I would prefer to turn on the air conditioning, while my husband would like to open the windows and save a few bucks. I quickly gave in last night, after receiving The World's Most Expensive Electric Bill Ever in the mail yesterday. It's been hot, OK?
So, the windows are wide open and my husband places a large box fan in the window of our bedroom. You know, to circulate the air. Because our ceiling fan is broken and there is only one speed currently available for air circulation and it is Mach 5. It's just a BIT too breezy for sleeping conditions.
As luck would have it, the box fan was actually circulating air that contained hundreds of little tiny gnats that threw a party in our bedroom and bathroom at 11:30 last night. I fah-reaked out. I was quickly reminded that freaking out wasn't solving any problems, like turning back the clock and not placing a box fan in front of a screen covered in gnats, it was just irritating the gnats. Instead, I spent roughly 20 minutes killing gnats on the ceiling with a flyswatter in my hot pink bathrobe. It's like a miniature bloodbath in there.
Posted by Emily at 6:39 AM