Julia is someone who always writes the most thought-provoking posts on her blog… I love reading her posts cos more often than not I am left pondering the questions she’s posed. Her recent blog post is no different…
When I first read the title of her post I thought “ja for sure” but then I started thinking about it in more depth. I think I am a good person at the heart of it. But I have a bitchy side and a sharp tongue. Would I want to be married to a good heart with a healthy (very healthy) dose of bitchy? I don’t know so much…
Jules laid out the pro’s and con’s of being married to herself and at first I wondered how she could so easily lay out all her good and bad attributes when I was battling to think of my own. That said I am sure a lot of thought went into her pro’s and con’s list – cos she’s a thinker. I’ve been pondering this thought for days now. I know that no one is perfect and that we each have a myriad of good and bad attributes all sown together in the fabric that is us but when push comes to shove would I marry me?
The more I’ve thought about it, the more I don’t really like the answer I give myself. Because in all likelihood I don’t think I would. There are qualities that I love about myself. I am loyal. I am honest (sometimes too honest). I will bend over backwards for you if you are one of my people. I am generous with my heart and my possessions. I am a good listener (when I’m not trying to interrupt you cos I’m excited). I’m thoughtful. I believe I am kind. I am a “fixer”.
But then I think of my temper. Oh lord my temper. It takes quite a bit to get me into a temper but when you do, you best run for your life. It’s not pretty. I swear. A LOT. Oh and I do believe I’ve mentioned the bitch in me. Not pretty at all either.
This is the ting. I think I am a great person. I am a good friend and not to blow my own trumpet or anything, I think many people are blessed to have me in their lives. But for me, that bitchy part of me would most probably be the deal breaker in my proposing to myself.
It’s a good thing then that God knew I would be an old crazy spinster if He left it to me to marry myself and that he sent me Cliff. Don’t tell him I said so, but sometimes I wonder how on earth he’s stayed relatively sane being married to me. Then again I wonder how on earth I’ve stayed relatively sane being married to him. But somehow, against all odds we work together. We supplement each others bad traits and we complement each others good ones.
And that is good enough for me.