My mom and dad were in a argument when I left the house a few minutes ago. Apparently, despite public misconception, pastors do argue with his wife. It's not a perfect family, you know. (I'm not trying to put my religion in a bad light or anything of the like. I think the beauty of whatever quarrels happening is that they still end up together.)
What I was happy about when they were arguing was that my youngest brother and sister were no at home and that meant I don't need to worry of what effects it may have on them. And so the moment I realized this was going to be a long fight, I took my violin with intention to start bowing and make very loud sounds of the A scale.
But of course I didn't. That would send so many messages that I don't want to get myself involved in. However, realizing that my brother had been playing the guitar, I took the violin and played outside. For the first time, I was able to perfect the sounds of every patterns done in A scale. I was still hearing them argue.
Actually, both of them were right and wrong at the same time. It's just an issue of ego.
Ego.
Come to think of it, I do have my own level of ego and most probably it's more than what they both have combined. So I know, at some point, if ever I was faced in the same situation, I would have ended up mad. At the same time, being in training for the college elections, I was taught how to argue and to defend my stand. Having the two ideas combined, I am almost sure my husband (whoever that will be) will be having a hard time controling me. And now that I think of it, I hate being controled, believing that I have my own mind and I can decide for myself what I will be doing with my life. (Talk about ego and growing up being very individualistic)
Maybe that's why I haven't thought of looking for a boyfriend at my age (when my aunts are pushing me to look for one, my friends trying to get me in a blind date, my mom bugging me that I need to get one soon. sigh...) I guess with my ego and all that, God needs to work on my other personalities.
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