Would you rather be right, or happy?

I was having a bad day yesterday. Then I came home, and found out B had been studying the whole day, hence why he was ignoring my calls (left the phone at home). Then I had some Mac and Cheese and Apple Juice. Then I talked to some great people. And by that time, I realized my day had been turned around. Nope, wait a minute. It’s a brand new day! All of 57 minutes old! And this one? This is going to be a better day.

Update: AND! I got offered a possible job! A JOB? We’ll see? Yeah, today might just be all right.

So, on to the matters at hand.

Here’s a question for you, “Would you rather be right, or happy?” Too often our pride and egos can keep us from enjoying intimate relationships. We stew over what we think are injustices, but are perhaps only misunderstandings.

We carry grudges and do not show enough grace, passion or forgiveness to the person we care most about. Our need to be right can overshadow our need to receive, and give, love.

Take a look at what your pride is costing you. If intimacy is strained and the relationship is off track you may want to reconsider the value of your anger or self righteousness. Here’s the thing: You may be right in the argument although you partner thinks otherwise, but you will never be wrong when you put your partner first. Happiness always feels better than vindication.

B and I are very different individuals. He’s logical, non-emotional (I would almost say Anti-Emotional). He’s a boy. He’s into computers and programming. He only reads political blogs. Hates personal blogs, and would rather stay away from fiction.

I? I am so emotional I want to cut out the emotional gland of my brain and feed it to the birds. I’m quick-tempered, but I also forgive quickly. I, for the most part, get bored with political blogs, and read personal blogs. I like girlie movies, girlie music, girlie books. I like watching TV that doesn’t involve my brain, which more often than not, includes non-news.

We share a very unique sense of humor. And that’s pretty much it. (I can’t tell you how many times we’ve been in public and he tries to crack a joke, and I’m the only one laughing. No one else gets it. From day one, I swear.) And a sincere love of each other, and fried foods.

He is a debater. I’m a negotiator. He always has to be right, and I want to find a common ground to that we can agree upon.

This? Is why I think we work. I don’t always have to be right. Heck, after 3 1/2 years, I’ve become accustomed to not being right. So when I am, it kind of freaks me out.

I don’t have to be right, but I always like to be happy. And sometimes, that is the hardest part. Sometimes when we fight, I want him to see my side. And when we fight? It’s pretty much the only time he ever gets emotional; and him being a male, and now emotional, he doesn’t want to give me what I want. And sometimes, he’s a little bit right.

So we basically fight until I give up, and I know how that sounds. It sounds like I’m always giving in to what he wants or something, but I have never cared. I concede ‘defeat’, as if it’s a game and there’s a winner and loser. But I’ve always known this, before I even read this before tonight.

Sometimes there are more important things in life than being right, and one of those things, at least for me, is Us. I can forget, I can move on, I can dismiss it. It’s never worth fighting over the same things, repeating the same points over and over again for the sake of arguing. We’re like two sumo fighters, neither one willing to move, until I choose to move. For the sake of happiness. For the sake of love.

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…

Have a good day folks. I know I will.