Girl, Don't Go Away Mad..Just Go Away

"Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife." Proverbs 21:9

New York City spotlights the absolutes of human nature. It elevates our highs and enunciates our lows. Because of the magnitude of people crossing your path in a limited time, you can witness admirable and despicable behavior in the same eyelash flutter. We are a mind blowing glorious lot, we are a mind numbing gluttonous bunch.

And we're all in it together, inspiring, eluding, influencing, and aggravating. And the quest in all of it seems to be... to couple off with someone who has the potential to bring out your shining best and will eventually bring out your bottom dwelling worst. Indeed, once we have scanned our environment for that perfect soul who will restore us to our joyfully whole self...it is only a matter of time until that wet dream is shattered and disillusionment turns to something not so purty..

Being a pedestrian in the streets of New York, it is a daily occurrence to witness frustrated scuffles, lover's spats, and knock down drag out brutal combat.

If you were walking behind me and my significant other in Prospect Park one fine Autumn afternoon...i make no apologies, but you would witnessed a one two three winning combination. And done what everyone else in NY seems to do, shrug, walk on by and thanked the heavens it's not you.

It goes something like this. You're desperately defending your perfect position and fervently telling him of his drastic missteps. All the while denying any part and blaming every action all in the name of UNMET needs. The conflict reaches a pinnacle with the "never does the dishes" and "probably won't change as many diapers" jabs. Neither owning or resembling adult responsibility.

Clearheaded and with The Space Between bridged, I reflect and it's an honest picture looking back at me.

Below is re-post of another time and a definition of familiarity breeding contempt.

THE MIRROR

He's unappreciative, he's resentful, he's angry and cold. He's a bully with control dramas. He's vague. He overreacts and makes mountains out of molehills. He's incorrigible. He procrastinates. He doesn't know what he wants to do with his life. He's stuck in a repetitive rut. He has ridiculous family issues he can't release. He may or may not make enough money. He has NO idea how to communicate his needs. He's defensive and guarded. And he overeats. He has great plans he can't implement. He talks more and delivers less. He's critical and nit-picky. He's unfocused and scattered. He's afraid of risk. He's spoiled. He's reluctant to admit his shortcomings and refuses growth. He claims to be giving his all but closes his eyes to character flaws within. He clings to his stubbornness and won't back down until faces are in the mud. He's mean. He's scared. And worst of all...he won't change.

Now, should I relish looking at this reflection?

"I bet you wish this was a movie
Then you could rewrite my every line
I'll take all the blame, yo baby, I'm sorry
Oh, I didn't like the way you were, so I had to make you mine.

What's this strange relationship?" PRINCE

C'mon, you've been there right?

**Tell me Elmo, just what will the seeds she sowed reap??

***1st episode 40th season Sesame Street