An Analogy of My Own
Do you remember in July I wrote of an analogy my husband made between a lady’s butt and two bags of dirty laundry? I was so jealous because it was a great analogy, for the lady’s butt did look like two bags of dirty laundry and I hardly ever think in analogies; I really admire people who can. In that blog entry I said that I’d work on training my brain to think that way. Well, this morning I came up with a doozie.
Please allow me to build the story. Friday night a friend and I had dinner together, and she told me that her soon-to-be-ex-husband came to the shop where she works and embarrassed her by being more than a bit obnoxious. She said she was into her second day without communication with him, which was the longest since their separation months earlier.
After our dinner of fine Chinese food and some good conversation, my friend and I watched the movie Chocolat—with dreamy Johnnie Depp. After the movie my friend showed me a text message her soon-to-be-ex had sent her that came in during the show. It was an apology for his actions the previous night, which was all fine and good, but the message continued on to say how he was readying for a date; he said he was moving on to “greener pastures.”
The message was plain hurtful. Why couldn’t he have ended the message after the apology? Because he’s a jerk, I say. I told my friend to be strong and not to communicate with him in any way unless it was imperative—like for some legal reason.
This morning I, myself, shot her off an e-mail asking if she were maintaining her show of stoicism concerning her soon-to-be-ex. I told her to resist the urge to respond to his asinine attempts at arousal. I told her (and here’s the analogy) that her soon-to-be-ex is like a rash, his text messages are the bothersome itch. As a rash goes away faster when one resists the urge to satisfy the itch, her soon-to-be-ex will go away faster if she resists the urge to satisfy her need to tell him to %&!!* off.
I am SO proud of that analogy. It’s a good one, don’t you think?
Please allow me to build the story. Friday night a friend and I had dinner together, and she told me that her soon-to-be-ex-husband came to the shop where she works and embarrassed her by being more than a bit obnoxious. She said she was into her second day without communication with him, which was the longest since their separation months earlier.
After our dinner of fine Chinese food and some good conversation, my friend and I watched the movie Chocolat—with dreamy Johnnie Depp. After the movie my friend showed me a text message her soon-to-be-ex had sent her that came in during the show. It was an apology for his actions the previous night, which was all fine and good, but the message continued on to say how he was readying for a date; he said he was moving on to “greener pastures.”
The message was plain hurtful. Why couldn’t he have ended the message after the apology? Because he’s a jerk, I say. I told my friend to be strong and not to communicate with him in any way unless it was imperative—like for some legal reason.
This morning I, myself, shot her off an e-mail asking if she were maintaining her show of stoicism concerning her soon-to-be-ex. I told her to resist the urge to respond to his asinine attempts at arousal. I told her (and here’s the analogy) that her soon-to-be-ex is like a rash, his text messages are the bothersome itch. As a rash goes away faster when one resists the urge to satisfy the itch, her soon-to-be-ex will go away faster if she resists the urge to satisfy her need to tell him to %&!!* off.
I am SO proud of that analogy. It’s a good one, don’t you think?
posted by Elizabeth Evans Fryer at 6:14 PM
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