I Don’t Understand – No Entiendo!

There are things I don’t understand. Many times I accept the explanation of experts. How does electricity work? I don’t care. I do care it works. Where does my bodily waste go and how does it get there? I don’t need to know. I’m happy it gets to where it is going. How do they grow coffee? I don’t know. I’m happy they grow it and I get to drink it. Why does asparagus make my urine smell? Pass the citrus spray, por favor. But, I still like roasted asparagus. Enough of these trick questions. Don’t let them keep you awake tonight. Here is a truly puzzling question:

Why do some people stop talking to each other when they are angry when the only way to resolve their issues is by talking?

Here’s how the conversation goes or doesn’t go.

“I’m angry with you.”

“Okay. I’m angry with you too.”

“You are so, so, so … I won’t say it, but you know what I’m thinking.”

“I know what you are thinking and you better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking.”

“Well, I’m thinking it and I’m going to keep on thinking it. What do you think you’re going to do about it? I know what you’re thinking and don’t you dare do it.”

“That’s it. I can’t take any more of what you are thinking and they way you are thinking it. I’m not only not going to think about you. I am not going to speak to you.”

“Perfect. When are you going to start? Oh cute, zipping your lips like a first grader. I can do that too. Before I do that, I am not only not going to think about you. I am not going to speak to you. And, I will not take Lil Bitty out for a walk when it rains.”

She clutches her heart, “Don’t bring Lil Bitty into this. She’s innocent.”

“Collateral damage.”

“Well, Lil Bitty won’t lick your face when you’re sad.”

“Come on, you know I like it when Lil Bitty licks my face when I’m sad.”

“And, I like it when you rub my feet.”

“What were we fighting about?”

“I dunno. I think it was about some dumb question the guy who writes this blog wrote.”

“Hug?”

“Hug!”

“Kiss?”

“Mmmm, kiss!”

It stops here readers. It’s a family blog.

Arguments. Keep speaking. Most of the things we squabble about don’t stand the test of time. Forgiveness heals. Love heals. And, if you have to move on, it’s possible to forgive and move on.