The Husband and I got into an argument this morning. I don’t normally blog about these kinds of things as I try to respect our (mostly his) privacy. I know it may not seem like it because I share so much, but I do draw lines in the sand. Certain things I’ve made off limits for the blog. My marriage, for the most part, is one of them.
However, this particular argument is too relevant not to share.
Basically, without going into too many details, we argued because I’m crazy. That’s what he called me and I have no problem owning the title.
I. am. crazy.
I have zero tolerance for people who say they are going to do something and then not do it. I’m not talking about taking out the trash or cleaning a bathroom, that stuff is silly. I’m talking big life things.
Self improvement. Vacations. Experiences. Creative projects.
People are all talk all the time – I want to lose weight, go to Europe, learn a new language, write a book, blah blah blah – but how many people do you know who actually follow through? How many people aggressively make the things they want to happen ACTUALLY HAPPEN?
Yes, those caps were me screaming.
Maybe it’s because I was, at one time, stuck in a pattern of all talk and no action that I’m so passionate about this. I’m like an ex-smoker who hates smokers. I have no tolerance for people who say things I know they don’t really mean. Combine that with my inability to hide my feelings and I get snarky.
I know I do. It’s a problem I’m working on.
From his perspective I’m “crazy” because I don’t like to talk about things unless we take steps to make those things happen.
From my perspective it makes my skin crawl when he starts talking about goals without any motivation or plan to actually make those goals happen.
We walked away from our argument, calmed down and re-discussed expressing our individual perspectives. He still thinks I’m crazy and I still think he’s unmotivated, but in the words of a close friend:
You are you and I am me. But please just understand and acknowledge my motivation.
OK, enough about us! I’m going to use our argument as inspiration for a good old-fashioned Question of the Week.
What side of this equation do you fall on?
Are you all talk and no game? Or lots of game and little talk?