A Break

Well, Annie and I are on a "break."

The details really don't matter that much, because why does one couple fight versus another couple? It's all really the same: differences between men and women, and the way that each person views things. Men want to "fix" things, and women want to "talk" about them and share their emotions, thereby each sex tries to further their bonding. But when these two points of view clash, it's no bueno.

And besides, any details of the cause of the "break" are pretty boring, so sharing them for the world to see really doesn't help anybody. It's the same type of stuff that couples face all the time. There was no yelling, screaming, curse words, or anything close to that, so it's not a very good story anyway.

So, now I have the holidays to "think", I guess. Probably not the best time to do that, do you think?

But I have been thinking a lot about compatibility today. What makes one couple mesh well, and another mesh OK?

I actually had a real conversation with my dad today. If you know him, you realize how rare that is, since he does about 99% of the talking during any given interaction. But this morning was a very good talk with him. I have to keep these close, since Dad and I have only had a handful of "real" conversations, where I get to state my point of view on a given topic.

I actually got to know him on a much more personal level. Think about your own relationship with your dad. Most of the time it's on a Father/Son level. Even at my age (31) it's still pretty much that way. But once in a while, you expand on those roles, and branch out into something a little more. Like a friendship. Well, today, I started to see my dad in a different light. As a person.

That may sound funny, but it takes a while to realize that fact, and that he's not just "Dad," but he has feelings too. I asked Dad about when he was dating Mom, and I learned a lot about him from that. It was pretty cool.

So that makes today pretty bittersweet, and isn't that the way most things are anyway? I gained a new respect for my dad, which fills a hole, and I lost Annie, which creates one.

Fill one, make one. Make a new friend, lose a friend. Get a new job, lose the old job. Move to a new house, lost the old one. Gain something from you dad, lose something from your girlfriend.

So, I guess I'll have to just follow my motto for this blog: Keep on keepin' on.

And may God bless you.

P.S. I fully realize that this post isn't at all funny. So don't count this one against me. A brotha can only do so much.