Although many of us hate to do it, I believe it is completely necessary in our lives. Confrontation. The word even sounds a little ominous. Confronting another person about something, usually something you don’t like about them, is one of the hardest things we have to do. Think about all the conflicts that could be deflected if we only had enough strength to go hash it out with that person who is the source of our stress. Like the girl at work who uses your coffee creamer everyday and never feels the need to replenish it when it’s all gone. Instead of passing her the stare of death when you walk by her cubicle try asking her about it. Instead of letting the stress mount up every morning when go you into that communal kitchen and find you’re one spoonful short of your beloved creamer, tell the bitch to get her own damn French Vanilla Coffee-Mate! More politely, of course, but you get my drift. Or when your friends all talk about you behind your back, because they – thought- they heard you say something “snotty” about their kid. All of a sudden the whole group knows about the incident with a one sided story and you’re left totally out of the loop. This just causes drama. Please, save it for your mama, because I just don’t have the time to deal with it. After all, friends should be able to confront each other about issues- that’s what friends do. Welcome to adulthood.
I was reading an article today about Jenny Sanford, the wife of South Carolina’s Governor who slipped out of the country for a little R&R with his “other woman.” You know, it really gets me how audacious some people are. Mrs. Sanford discovered his affair long before this recent period of absence. According to her, after she found out about the mistress, her husband had enough balls to ask his wife if he could visit his girlfriend. Who, on the face of this earth, really thinks that asking their wife for permission to visit their girlfriend is appropriate? Please.
So then the governor goes missing. Reports speculated that his office wasn’t quite giving the full story- they claimed he was hiking a trail in the Appalachian mountains. This, however, was completely false. Stunned, we all learned that Mr. Sanford in fact skadattled his way down to Argentina right into the arms of his lover. After days no one completely knowing where he was, he confronted the world about his lies. This must have taken a huge pair of cojones on his part. But, didn’t we deserve it? Didn’t his family deserve to know what he was doing? And now, although his life is probably completely broken, at least he can go to sleep at night (I don’t know how) knowing that he did one thing right- telling the truth and confronting the people.
Now, if he would have just stepped up to the plate as a husband, he could have skipped all the crap in between. But I guess hindsight is always 20/20.
Thanks and Keep Squeezing,
A.
