Writer’s note: This post was written in late October, 2019, before I took an unintentional hiatus from writing and posting. After marinating on what is important to me over the past few months, coupled with the fact that I was wrapping up my real estate work, travelling with Hugo for the holidays, and continuing to focus on life in general, I decided to get back into one of my true passions – exploring my inner dialogue and writing on the topics that matter to me. So here you go and sorry for the delay.
Everyone has one from time to time. The only difference between all of us is the words that are spoken and to whom they are spoken (or yelled) at. Thankfully, Hugo and I don’t bicker or squabble too severely but we are human and it does happen. In a funny kind of way, I actually enjoy an argument from time to time. The mere act of going head to head, like two rams fighting for ownership of their steep hillside, reminds me that we have different opinions and are deeply passionate about them. It also reminds me that the little things really don’t matter. Of course at the time we feel like whatever minor, dumb topic we are fiercely defending is worth its weight in gold but whenever we turn a little difference of opinion into a shouting (and in my case, crying) match, we normally come full circle, just in time to remember how none of it means shit.
Case in point: Sunday, early afternoon, 89°, Southern California. Hugo was washing dishes while I sat on the couch, laptop in lap, working on my second real estate license course. Meanwhile, the dogs lounged in the air conditioning on their recently-washed beds, enjoying a reprieve from the heat. Hugo began asking me all sorts of questions and repeatedly interrupting me as I tried to read and take notes – questions about what I was doing and random anecdotes about life. Now, don’t get me wrong, this is one of my favorite qualities, among many, about him, but on this particular occasion, I was making a real effort to focus and absorb my class material. Because I was trying to remain focused, my fuse was a little shorter than usual (and let me tell you, my friends, I am operating with a half inch fuse on the regular). After the fifteenth interruption, I got a little snippy – Hugo tells me I am part ‘snip’ so maybe it is just in my blood. If that’s the case, is any of this really my fault??!?
I digress. We talked a little more and an argument ensued over something dumb. Hugo was asking me about washing his truck and I wasn’t as nice as I should have been. In my defense though, I was trying desperately to focus on my task at hand. So, in turn, Hugo called me a liar, over a statement I made about a car wash coupon. That was his way of pecking at me. The altercation ended with a few nasty words and some time apart, as Hugo washed his truck and I continued working, in complete, slightly blissful, silence. As I sit here typing, I realize even more so just how ridiculous this all was. But like we all do, in the moment it felt worthwhile and we bickered until the point of getting truly angry at one another.
Now, at this point, I have to advise you, the reader, that Hugo and I are all good. We are better than good, actually, because not only are we chuckling at how merit-less our ‘fight’ was but we are also appreciating the fact that we both engage in similarly annoying behaviors to one another. And that’s the best and most real part – we are just two people who love each other and are trying our best.
As fire literally rages all around us today in SoCal, it is important to remember what is truly important in life. We all know that while we are in the moment, the littlest of things can appear monumental. We all also know, or should after entering adulthood, that life is fleeting and none of this is guaranteed. While a squabble from time to time happens with those closest to us, let’s continue trying our best to be better partners for one another. I know Hugo and I are, one day at a time.