Is the world becoming angrier or is it just the people I hang around? When I drive to work I see people give into road rage on the daily! I mean over the smallest of things, such as blowing your horn for 34 minutes because the person in front of you did not drive off as soon as the light turned green or what if someone merges into your lane and goes slower which slows you down. Heck, we are all use to these type of stories and don't really think twice about them.
But what about when we bring this madness home to our families. It has always amazed me how we can go to work and get along with everyone there (even if we can't stand certain employees) but something almost magical happens when we walk thru our own front door. Some people don't even speak to family members upon walking in the door (keep in mind that every body at your job know exactly how many teeth are in your mouth from all that smiling you been doing all day) and just pick up the mail or turn on the television set! That is not all, when a member of our house hold says something we don't like or think was called for, we can quickly raise our voices and attitudes. How dare someone, who loves us, get on us about not doing some non important household chore. After all most people use most of their good conversation and energy at work. I look back at some of them old black and white T.V. Shows and marvel at the way those couples greet their significant others after not seeing them all day. Its like they really like each other or at least go through the act of seeming to care about their mates. Its a nice hug and kiss followed by that warm kool-aid smile before the inevitable- "How was work to day Honey?" Looking back, the homes were generally spotless and dinner was in the process of being prepared. I am actually fighting back a tear as I write this....
I am aware that many changes have occurred since those days, such as two income families, the Internet, women's rights and freaking divorce court! It appears "Ain't nobody got time for all that", which could explain the high divorce rate in society as a whole. I just don't see couples trying to really communicate anymore, which is really ironic because we all know our roles and places within the working environment but get a bad case of selective amnesia when we get home. One would think that couples who don't get along well would continue into or with a relationship indicating that somethings changes with the couple.
I have heard that men enjoy ESPN, while the women enjoy Lifetime movies. I see one big difference.....Sports does not give the man any ideals about what unrealistic fantasies about love and relationships. I just can not see me watching Lebron James do his thing on the court and say to myself, "Dang I need to cheat on my wife because that dude looks to happy when he shoots that jumper from 23 feet out! Consider a lifetime marathon of men either being the best thing since sliced white bread or a psychotic stalker who cheats in his spare time away from his other family! That is like eating junk food all the time. Nothing good will come from this useless activity, unless you consider arguing about stupid stuff to be a desirable activity.
Back to the job thing (y'all got me thanking), how come women can accept their bosses as their leader or in a position of authority and do whatever is requested with little to no push back? But when your spouse (who according to the Bible is the head of the house, your protector, lover and closet person to you in the whole wide world) asks you to do something you do not necessary agree with........Its all out war!!! What makes couples loose the ideal that we should never treat anyone better than the person we share everything with. The person who knows how you look at night and how you manage finances and feel about the people outside the home? Do we think we can treat them like crap because they are suppose to love us and put up with our actions and reactions?
The late, but great Rodney King was quoted as saying......."WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG".
I am Ward......
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