This is the 6th Father's Day that I have had to spend with without my father. My Dad died of throat cancer in April of 2004. Let me explain how burying a parent has to be one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. I will never forget the day, well the night that I learned that my father was gone. It was a surreal moment, it was like time stopped. I felt like someone was lying to me. I felt like the breath in my lungs had been taken from my chest. I was my daddy's one and only little girl and we looked just alike just a different skin color. No matter what he did that others may have viewed as wrong he treated me like his little princess. What I regret the most is that in the months before I even knew he was sick we were out of touch with each other. He didn't have a stable place to live and I was a freshman in college. I should have reached out to him more but I didn't. Almost a year before he died him and my mom were both at my high school graduation...
Been busy all weekend so I finally got around to getting on my blog and reading up on your latest updates.
ReplyDeleteI came across this question and found it to be very interesting and oh so true!
I think, in my opinion, that we sometimes get 'spoiled' and/or 'too comfortable' by/with those who do good to us and wind up finding it necessary to nitpick at them.
I have done the exact same thing presented in the scenario more than a time or two. And truthfully (and sadly) I find that I did it simply..because I can.
I guess, going back to the 'too comfortable' comment earlier, when we get to that certain level of comfortability with someone (anyone really but of course, the opposite sex in particular) we start to subconsciously get 'bored' (or I suppose 'used to' can also be used in place of bored) with all the good that they do to us. And this boredom clearly leads up to nothing good because at that point we start to seek for the one thing (as you said) that is wrong with the person and when we find it, we dwell on it and make it the biggest deal in the world.
On the other hand, speaking personally from an experience, when it comes to those who treat us wrongly, we don't have time to be bored with them because they are constantly throwing us curve balls which are keeping us on our toes. What happens though, amidst all the bad treatment, is that we constantly wind up giving excuses for their behavior because secretly we are hoping that one day they will "change" and some "good" will come out of them. We stick around (granted, for a lot longer than we should or they deserve) hanging onto that hope.
Well, I've rambled on a while...just wanted to pitch in my two cents! :-)
Hope you had a wonderful weekend!!