I was chatting with Kristel one time and he told me that the differences between two individuals can be a good thing and in some cases, it makes relating… uhm… exciting.
For a time, I agree but but but… how much of a difference should we need to reach a sum of perfectly exciting relationships?
It occurred to me last night that Bank and I are waaaaaaaaay different from each other. I mean, this even without talking about the major factors here because hands down there, we are too different in that aspect… let’s say… even the tiny details can suffice my claim.
- He hates pasta, or anything Italian. He can eat them alright, but it’s MY instant food. If I don’t feel like eating outside or don’t feel like cooking, there’s always pasta, easy to cook dinner.
I hate Asian noodle. Anything from Bam-I to rice noodle to Vietnamese glass noodles, I hate it! It’s his favourite… and I feel bad because I know that any given time of the day, he’d go out and buy flat rice noodles and be happy about it. I just can’t share such “happiness” with him
- I am a morning, breakfast person. He is an owl and a dinner-is-the-most-important-meal person. I insist that he eats breakfast because he sometimes forgets to eat lunch while working. He insists on killing my diet by letting me eat plates and plates of food in the evening. Then after dinner, he is the type who likes to go to for a round of coffee and a piece of dessert. Greatness! I welcome all the fat and calories in the world!
- On weekdays, he loves to just stay home, play with Gadjang (his French bulldog daughter) and laze around watching TV and just go out for lunch and dinner or a massage. I, on the other hand, before meeting him and before having him as a boyfriend, would be on the beach or at the park or somewhere nature-y.
- When I got my Visa extension, I thought of celebrating right away by buying something and forget about going back to the office until after lunch. I called him, and he went, “Swithart, the only people shopping at this hour are the unemployed and you are not one of them”. ARGH! How geeky is that?
- I was in all happy mood with the thought of a five-day holiday coming our way. He was like, “I think a 5-day holiday is too long. And I hate that some staff had to take leave 2 days before that. Isn’t five days enough for them? And do you know that a maternity leave is what? 90 days? If one of my staff will take all the 90-day leave, I’d advise her to enjoy the benefit in another company.” I shouted, “It’s an employee’s right to use her off-credits especially a 90-day off when she is with-child!” (At this time, he was laughing at me because he knew I’d be rattling like a member of a union)
- I like theme parks. He hates it. I like being with people. He wants to be by ourselves.
- I like clean, dry toilet and baths. He likes to sprinkle water on the floor first or turn the shower on for a number of minutes before getting in.
- I kind of enjoy “joyride” in traffic. He hates to drive when the road is full… I mean nobody does but he turns into incredible hulk when he is driving 40.
- I brush my teeth three times a day; he takes a bath three times a day or more! Seriously.
- He likes holding my bag, it pisses me off. “Only if my bag is heavy please then I’d gladly give it to you.”
- He is quick to anger, as for me, well, let’s just say I feel disappointed but anger only gets to me only if I let it which I have no intentions of any case, yet.
- Then there’s the guy thing and my “I am a woman, it’s my right” thing.
I don’t want to write stuff on differences in cultures though, that will make this small entry into a novel.
Now what? Maybe Tita Pris is right when she said, “It won’t work. You guys are too different. I am sorry for Bank.” Or Kristel can also be right, “Who knows, the differences can make you the best couple there is!”
It’s too early to tell. But the differences are little by little getting on my nerves.
