Are all men selfish asses, or only me? It is because of my selfishness that I am in the doghouse again. No really; not a figure of speech. Am typing this from inside of an actual doghouse outside the lovely home I share with my wife. Thank goodness for the warm Gulf Coast weather and for the half-charged battery on my laptop or this correspondence would be much more challenging. But I digress.
Yes, the doghouse. You may wish to know why I am here. I made the unwise choice to abandon plans to attend church with wife and mother, in favor of watching my American football team on the TV at the nearby pub. Mother, being ever-excepting and unconditionally loving had no problem with this. Wife on the other, although having made wedding vows to accept me with all accompanying strengths and weakness, was a wee bit perturbed by my last minute change of plans. Her feelings are valid but little did she know about the eye-opening epiphany that would be proffered. Somehow, this epiphany did not dampen her anger and until further notice, this doghouse, will be my humble abode.
This epiphany was at a pub, so there was alcohol. Not an illegal or life threatening amount; just a few cold frosty draughts for enjoyment while watching my team end an extended playoff drought. Towards evening’s end, there was envy. My eyes became jealous while walking back to my car, only to see the man parked next to me and his means of transportation being a convertible top 2012 Maserati Gran Turismo MC. This truly elite sporting car, and its $130,000+ price tag, is something that is currently beyond my financial means, and this fact made me somewhat resentful towards my humble, yet reliable, 2005 Pontiac Vibe.
But then, the epiphany; this man and his Maserati may be on a higher rung on society’s ladder, but he is here walking away from the same pub as me, after watching the same game I came to see. Albeit my transportation method is a bit more economical and with less flash. It helped to there, to and fro, just the same as the Maserati. The Maserati man may have a bigger bank account and cooler car, but at this same time and same place. And at that moment, I had a greater acceptance and overall appreciation and self-worth.
And so there you have it. Anger (my wife’s), alcohol, envy and self acceptance…all on the first day of 2012. I wonder if the first day of 2013 will be as profound, or if I will at least be away from the dog house by then.
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