Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
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Sunday, 24 June 2018

The Girl with the Hammer



The cliche is a boy with a hammer and a girl with a hairbrush.

In North America, it's the most commonly accepted social contract between a man and a woman. It has always seemed, to me, an unhealthy arrangement—an unsophisticated agreement drawn up by the most inexperienced, impetuous, and undisciplined people in our society: the young. 

Agreed to early on, it typically remains unquestioned long enough for us to build a little empire and breed, fulfilling Nature's imperative. Reduced to the essentials, it pits a woman's sexuality against a man's usefulness. One large problem with it is that it hobbles women, which in turn hobbles the men they marry.

I was thinking about this and how I might teach my son and daughter to avoid this trap. It is difficult for both.

Young men's egos are tied to their sexual urges, which are overpowering for a good portion of their lives. Men often confuse sex with love. In fact, I believe young men typically fall in love through sex. Hormones are involved and when they surge they override logic to a degree that is at once amazing and frightening. Logic does return, briefly, immediately after sex. I have no idea how I am going to get my son to see the difference between sex and love. It took me about 40 years to do that, myself. And, older and wiser though I may be, I am still vulnerable to misinterpreting my feelings. Most modern North American men have little trouble being intimate, but making love is an act that connects emotion to their day-to-day intimate behaviour. For men, it's a very powerful link in the intimacy bond.

Young women often abuse their sexual power over men, bartering their way to security through much effort expended on their youthful looks. The extra time and effort seem innocuous when one is young and life is relatively uncomplicated. But it's at least an extra hour of physical maintenance each day, and time spent monitoring trends and, of course, shopping. As well, women endure the pain and physical harm that many fashion trends inflict. And, it's a major distraction from more important matters. It all adds up. Throw in a job, a couple of kids, and the deleterious effects of aging, and the energy expended to maintain that youthful appearance spirals, becoming a confidence-sapping handicap that men don't share.

On top of the time wasted, of course, there is a deeper danger associated with being evaluated based on looks. It's a game that constantly chips away at self-esteem because, from the very start, there are always more youthfully beautiful people out there, and every day that goes by sees that number increase.

The upshot of all of this is that a woman ends up more dependent and with less power to maintain her lifestyle than a man. The flip side is that the man ends up with a pretty, but dependent, partner. It's punishment for both parties.

And a woman can't drop out of this system without facing consequences. Going "all natural" visibly identifies her as different. Society does not encourage "different," though it may tolerate it. In fact, "different" is the exact opposite of "Society." Women will have more trouble connecting with her, and men, most of whom have been programmed by society to be visually attracted to trend-driven models, will tend to pass her over. Of course, this is a generalization with a large number of exceptions, but still, it is true for the majority.



And though it may not be fair, it is the reality for the foreseeable future. As intelligent and progressive as modern young people are, they remain ruled by the same hormones which have conjured the same social pact since the beginning of time, when I was born.

If you accept this, as I do, then you will be concerned for your children, as I am.

My first big-picture realization regarding raising a daughter was that she would need a robust self-esteem to be able to resist the hobbling social pressure to base her worth on her looks.

I call her my "Do Girl" because when she was a toddler, she used to insist on doing everything herself. "I do, I do," was her favourite phrase.



My "Do Girl" in action at age 4, helping to stain her brother's treehouse.
(Note that her 6-year-old brother is nowhere to be found.)

...and at age 11, helping to stain our storage shed.
(Brother remains MIA.)



I am thankful that she's inherently built that way, but I still push her a bit because the only real way to gain self-esteem is to do things. It's a very positive cycle: the more you do, the more confident you are that you can do things and, consequently, the more you want to do. She emerged from the womb with an interest in fashion and style, but she is prone to being active and yet intellectual enough to question a lot of human behaviour that most of us take for granted, so I feel she is quite well insulated from the judgements and putdowns she will undoubtedly encounter.



My son likes his solitude and would prefer to spend time reading, playing video games or making YouTube videos. He is technically minded and always wants to understand how things work. My daughter is more social and needs less time alone. She doesn't care how things work but is keen to understand people. It's interesting because I notice that my daughter can be easily upset by the feelings or opinions of another person, whereas my son seems much less concerned with what others think but is more easily upset when a device doesn't work the way he expects. He has a thicker skin because, so far at least, machines are generally less malicious than people.

This is not inherently a boy/girl thing, but because society promotes a divide, almost every one of my male friends has become the in-house technician/mechanic for every modern convenience their family owns, regardless of their affinity for the job.




For me, there are days when it's overwhelming. I often arrive home after hours of solving problems at work to a list of devices that are offline, leaking or making a strange sound—all of which, apparently, is my responsibility. When you think of the number of machines attached to the average household—not to mention the structure itself—it's a staggering responsibility for a single person. It would be fairer if this could be shared.

And fairness is a big deal because letting your partner in a long-term relationship take on more than their fair share not only risks resentment but is also robbing you of power. The person who is actively doing a thing always has the greater influence over that situation. The person who contributes more is building more self-esteem and skills and, consequently, more personal value. It really doesn't matter whether we are talking about repairing the wi-fi, communicating effectively, or expressing love—the essential fact remains true—the more you do, the more power you gain as an individual.

Of course, there is rarely a perfect balance and it's difficult to establish the relative values of each contribution, but if the imbalance is too great, it can create a "winner" and a "loser" which is not healthy for any relationship.

I am witnessing my 13-year-old son step into the role already. If I am not available, both my wife and daughter instantly turn to him to solve issues with the TV, wi-fi, or computers.

It made me realize that there is a small way to help a daughter retain more power throughout her life: Teach her the value of understanding how things work. In fact, knowing how a device works is a responsibility that comes with ownership.

It's little different than owning a pet. You shouldn't be expected to perform surgery on your pet, but you should know how to feed and care for it. Our responsibility in owning machines is not to a single living organism—it's to the Earth that we pillaged to create these modern conveniences. We owe it to the Earth to use our machines responsibly, in order to make them last longer. If we each take the time to understand how to properly use and maintain every device we own, there would be three large benefits that would come from this...
1) We would be more hesitant to purchase, electing to own less because there is a limit to how much time one person can spend on each device. (Reduce)
2) The devices we own would generate less frustration, work better and last longer. (Reuse)
3 And, we would be less dependent on others, which is essentially saying we would be more powerful individuals.

My daughter does not need to know how to solder circuits and repair her TV. Acquiring knowledge to that level would be making a career of it. But she should understand the general concepts involved and be able to find answers in the user manual. She should understand the relationship between her TV and everything connected to it, know most of the TV's features, and be able to troubleshoot common issues. This would put her on par with the average man and, thus, she would be less dependent on one.

If she owns a car, she needs to understand the basic theory of how an internal combustion engine works, be sensitive to the state of the vehicle and she should be able to refill the fluids, know when to get an oil change, and how to change the lightbulbs and fuses. Otherwise, owning a car is just reinforcing an illusion of a degree of control over her life that she really does not have. The first time her car stops working, she will be at the mercy of the person she takes it to and indebted to him/her, either financially as with a mechanic, or sexually as with a boyfriend/girlfriend.

For my son's part, I am trying to teach him to evaluate a person by their character. Beyond that, once he's involved, I advise him to teach his partner how things work. We'll start with his sister because I'm pretty sure that it's too late for his Mom. It will be a frustrating and inefficient process at first, but the benefits will accrue.

If we all start treating our machines as we would a pet, we can become better people who create happier unions... and, perhaps, avoid an AI apocalypse.



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Meanwhile, Simon's suspicious behaviour has renewed police interest. As the authorities close in, Simon wrestles with time, space, and reality to rescue the love of his life, unmask her true killer, and remodel his world.

I Married Japan: The hilarious journey of Japan into one man’s life
Think you just married an exotic Japanese woman? Wrong!  In fact, you just married all of exotic Japan and 3000 years of history. But, the die is cast, the adventure’s begun, and the wonders and wondering will never cease. Throw in a couple of kids and a quirky Canadian family filled with characters, and you have the makings of epic tragedy, or gut-busting comedy, depending upon your point of view.
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Monday, 30 April 2018

Mary-Jane Jessop




     I have never really been able to discern the hand of Fate guiding my life, except in the case of Mary-Jane Jessop.
     When I was in primary school, in the Northern town of Prince Rupert, there was this girl in my class. She was slightly built, shorter than average, blonde, with one green eye and one blue, and smart—she always made the honour roll. Her name was Mary-Jane Jessop and I was in love with her, and every year I'd stare in awe while she stood at the front of the assembly to receive her certificate of achievement. In grade three, her desk was at the far end of the room from mine and though I had never been an honour student, I resolved to get on the honour roll just so that I could stand beside her.
     That year, I made good on my promise. As I recall, it wasn't difficult. I just had to actually start paying attention and do the assigned tasks. So, at the end of the year, I got to stand in line with Mary-Jane Jessop and a handful of others as we received our special certificates. Because we were from the same grade, I did end up standing right next to her and people probably mistook the smile on my face as pride in academic achievement when in fact it was the silly grin guys get when in the presence of grace and beauty. I don't really know why, but I had no deeper plan than to stand beside her and was completely satisfied with having achieved that single thing. I don't recall ever making another move. A year later, my family moved from Prince Rupert to Victoria at the extreme end of the province, 500 plus miles South.
     Mary-Jane and I were done.
     As it turned out, also done were my days on the honour roll.
     The years passed. I got through primary school, high school, and started attending University, and rarely ever thought about Mary-Jane Jessop. But, I never forgot her face or name.
     One morning, a bunch of friends and I were sitting in one of the university cafes drinking coffee, talking sciencey stuff and generally trying to avoid going to class when I overheard someone in a group of girls behind us mention Prince Rupert. When I glanced over, I saw a slightly built, short, blonde girl who instantly reminded me of Mary-Jane Jessop, though it'd been more than 14 years since I last laid eyes on her. I returned to the conversation with my friends, but a large portion of my mind remained focused on the conversation behind me. Eventually, I heard the name "Mary-Jane" and I stole another glance—directly at her, and intense enough to cause discomfort, had she noticed. She had one green and one blue eye!
     In my mind, I was freaking out. It's her! This is a meaningful, preordained moment of destiny that has taken almost 15 years to form. This is the stuff of legends, ballads, movies!
     With no thought to the abruptness of the move, I left the table and walked directly over to Mary-Jane's table, my eyes homed in on hers the entire way. I sat down with my coffee as if invited and took my time settling in, confident that what I was about to say would justify the bold moves. Three young women were now staring at me in stunned silence, waiting for some kind of pickup line. And, for the first time in my life, I thought I had a brilliant one to deliver.
     "Mary-Jane Jessop, my name is Bill. I was in your class in grades 1 to 3 and was so in love with you that I got on the honour roll just so I could stand next to you."
      It was perfect. I was perfect. I delivered the line smoothly and with a sexy smile that would only have been creepy if we were not each other's destiny. Next, I assumed, she would surely gush and we'd start up reminiscing about our old teachers or Prince Rupert, and from there branch off into the different paths our lives had taken, our likes and dislikes, our tastes in music, what we would name our kids, and from there, naturally, to a whirlwind romance and an eternal love that would be written up in great books and sung in songs not by Taylor Swift—or, at the very least, casual sex—both outcomes being quite equivalent to me, back then.
     Mary-Jane and her two friends stared at me in what I initially assumed was appropriate awe. The silence got awkward, then very awkward, and just before it became unbearably awkward the petite and beautiful Mary-Jane Jessop looked directly at me with those perfectly unmatched glistening orbs and said, "Umm. O-k."
     All of the punch went out of my punchline. The jet of confidence I had been piloting stalled and I suddenly became eight years old again. I sputtered the only thing I could think, which was exactly what she'd just said, "Umm, ok..."


     Mary-Jane Jessop's expression was as blank as a mannequin's, seemingly unimpressed by the revelation of her being my first crush and the incredible machinations of Fate that had steered us both to this moment. I might just as well have been a cafeteria server delivering an order of toast and flatly declaring, "Toast."
     I became extremely conscious of the eyes of my friends, her friends and Mary-Jane herself bearing down on me and I segued with, "Well, anyway, nice to see you again," and slunk back to my humdrum, Fateless existence.
     That was about 30 years ago and I have not seen or heard of her since. I'm now old and happily married, with two great kids. I am a hopeless romantic, but I think it's safe to say that the lives of Mary-Jane Jessop and myself are no longer intertwined any more than me and the random stranger who said, "Right on!" referring to my new Superman T-shirt, as we passed in a movie theatre, eight years ago.
     Fate, huh. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!


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Meanwhile, Simon's suspicious behavior has renewed police interest. As the authorities close in, Simon wrestles with time, space, and reality to rescue the love of his life, unmask her true killer, and remodel his world.

I Married Japan: The hilarious journey of Japan into one man’s life
Think you just married an exotic Japanese woman? Wrong!  In fact, you just married all of exotic Japan and 3000 years of history. But, the die is cast, the adventure’s begun, and the wonders and wondering will never cease.Throw in a couple of kids and a quirky Canadian family filled with characters, and you have the makings of epic tragedy, or gut-busting comedy, depending upon your point of view.
Get ready to learn, and be prepared to laugh your way through this collection of Japan-related articles on family life with the Deans!

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Wednesday, 14 December 2016

My Top 10 Parenting Tips




   My kids are remarkably quiet, respectful, well behaved and smart. I started having kids late in life and I like to think that my maturity and wisdom had some impact, but they probably get all the good stuff from their mother's side of the family.

   Regardless, I have gathered all that I have learned as a parent and compressed it into this top-10 list. Yes, I know there are actually 45 things in the list, nevertheless, this is a top-10 list... with bonus material, because the internet is not interested in top-45 lists. Also, there are 46.


1/45 Advice Regarding Advice : Among the first things that come with the parenting experience is a strong set of opinions about parenting accompanied by a looming sense of guilt that you may be failing your child in some way. Children are cute and attract a lot of attention wherever they go, so to add to this self-inflicted pressure is the fact that all the eyes of society are upon you and judging you by your child's behaviour. So my very first advice to a parent is to resist shaming or criticising another parent. Their strong opinions will collide with yours and that sense of possible guilt will make them defensive and likely volatile. Unless they ask, never tell another parent how to raise their kids. And if they ask, be gentle. It's the hardest criticism to take and you may not know what you are talking about. Feel the overwhelming urge to share? Do what I do: write a blog that few read.

2/45 One thing to keep in mind that will help you sympathize with the parents of "wayward" children is that kids are born with natural dispositions firmly in place. Some of those built-in tendencies do not fit well into society and it can be a long and delicate task to redirect this innate behaviour without breaking the child's spirit.

3/45 Your children will act out, behave in bizarre ways or blurt inappropriate things in public. Try not to worry what others think because your kids can detect this and use your discomfort as a tool to get what they want. Remember: People who haven't raised children have no clue. People who have, are probably sympathetic. Those unwise enough to judge you, are not wise enough to competently advise you.



4/45 Yelling is ineffective. The one thing that kids crave above all else is your attention. And they don't discriminate between good and bad attention, the way an adult might. So when you yell at your kids for misbehaving, you may actually be rewarding their little reptile brains and encouraging their antics. For this reason, they are unlikely to stop jumping on the couch just because you yelled at them.

5/45 Actions speak louder than words. If their misbehaviour is physically interrupted, kids consider that a negative thing. Instead of yelling, get off your butt and stop them.

6/45 Follow through on your threats. This way, you'll be more careful about using threats and your children will learn to respect your authority. People who yell at their kids, but never physically enforce their threats have children who ignore them. And, they end up yelling a lot. You can't parent from a chair.

7/45  Similarly, follow through on your promises so that they become effective incentives, and also so that your kids learn to keep their promises, in the future.

8/45 Fight those early battles well: Parents are busy people and disciplining is often inconvenient. But, if you make a point of putting up with any inconvenience and addressing the issues early on, your kids will more quickly understand that they can not blackmail you with the inconvenience and you will endure far fewer interruptions, in the long run. Fail to do this and the smallest battles will rage on for years.



9/45 As long as your kids feel loved, safe and secure, the rest is much less important. The more love, safety and security you can provide, the less impact your parenting mistakes will have.

10/45
I'm not absolutely against spanking kids, but I have to mention that I've never had to do it in my eleven years as a parent. If they are well loved, then a well-deserved spanking will not psychologically scar them. However, as I believe they copy what we do, I can't really justify smacking a kid and then telling them not to smack others, or not to bully, because that's basically what a spanking is; conquering by force. The only times I've ever truly been tempted to smack my child was when he or she deliberately hurt my other child, or when they suddenly did something foolish and put themselves in harm's way. The reaction is instinctive, but I've managed to catch myself, just in time. I did, once, flick my son painfully on the shoulder when he recklessly endangered his little sister. It hurt his feelings more than his body, but I still feel guilty about this because of the look of betrayal he gave me.

11/45 Be fair in your punishments: If you punish too often, or are too heavy handed, you will be less effective. Especially in the heat of the moment, refrain from overreacting. I am slow to mete out punishment, usually starting with warnings, escalating to punishments if the behaviour persists.
Early on, I had a theory that consequence would be a much better teacher than punishment. For example, if they broke a toy, then that toy would not be available to them and would not be replaced and I hoped this would teach them to care for their possessions. At first, it seemed to work. I could sit with a 4-year-old and explain things like "if you don't go to sleep at bedtime, you will be tired the next day and might even get sick," and they seemed to get it and avoid the problem in the future.
   This idea worked really well until my kids were about eight. I guess that's when they realized that I was neither God nor Encylopedia Britannica and that the things I said might not be absolute truths. After that, they were not so easily persuaded by words and the idea of consequence. Instead, they began looking for ways to cheat the system. For instance, when my son got in the habit of chatting to his sister keeping her awake, long after bedtime. I am very reluctant to punish, so I talked to him a few times. He lowered his voice to a whisper but continued. Finally, I revoked all of his computer privileges. Then he finally understood that I was serious and that there were consequences that mattered to him. That problem vanished.

12/45 Fairness and expectation: Kids—especially below the age of six—don't see unfairness the way adults do because they only have the expectations that we give them. For instance, my kids are often not allowed the same sugary/salty snacks as most of the other kids they play with. When they were very young, we told them that it was because we wanted them to be healthy, and we demonstrated our resolve by leaving events the first couple of times they made a fuss. These days, my kids are usually the only ones not hovering around the chip bowl and pestering their parents for more. And they do not feel cheated at all. Further demonstrating the point is the fact that the other kids quickly accepted that "normal" was the William M. Dean-kids having only 3-4 potato chips while everyone else filled a bowl.

13/45 Don't expect to be fair, all the time. Just because you eat cake does not mean that they get a piece, too. That's not how life works and anyway, ultimately, everything balances out because every material thing you never got forced you to become a better person. My sister has a little saying that she uses to cut short the whining: "Life's not fair, don't compare."

14/45 Be stingy with rewards but generous with praise. Try to find something positive to say about anything your child is proud of but save high praise and rewards for when it's genuinely deserved. They will come to understand the difference and properly learn to evaluate their own efforts.

15/45 Lead by example: From what I've observed with friends and family, your daughter will tend to mimic her mother's behaviour and your son will mimic his father's. It's obvious to us that my son takes after my wife's family, in body and brain, and yet, he thinks and behaves more like me. The exact opposite is true of my daughter.

16/45 Kids copy–what you don't do, as well as what you do. I allow my kids to see stuff that includes foul language because trying to prevent exposure is impractical, but I do not swear. As a result, my kids know all the bad words and phrases, but they never use them.



17/45 Curse words: Don't worry about your kids hearing bad words. There is no way you can stop it and the lesson they really need to learn is not to repeat them. Bad words and most other taboos are completely arbitrary, but not respecting those taboos can affect your child's future, so they need to learn who those words will offend and what the social consequences are.

18/45 Sexual content: Don't worry about them being accidentally exposed to sexual images. Kids only "see" what they understand. If what they see generates questions, then they are old enough to hear the answers. However, be careful to only answer what they specifically ask. Answer clinically and don't take things further unless prodded by another question. You might be surprised at how many obvious questions they don't ask.

19/45 Violent media: Do worry about exposing them to violent media—especially movies. This scares kids and makes them feel unsafe. Also, so much of what the media serves is unrealistically frequent and sadistic, which can skew their world view.



20/45 Expectation, habit, comfort zones: One way to think about parenting is that you are instilling expectations, comfort zones and habits. An expectation might be "that you eat your vegetables because they are healthy." A good habit is something like brushing teeth. A comfort zone might be having a family reading time, just before bed. (Habits eventually become comfort zones, so the two are difficult—maybe impossible—to distinguish.)

21/45 No sugar before 5 years old: I read this somewhere and thought it might work, so we tried it with both our kids. They are now 9- and 11-years old and both like sweets, but are very picky. They won't eat crappy store-bought birthday cake and don't care at all that every other kid at the party is chowing down. They also do not overindulge in sweets and never hover when junk food is put out. We monitor it minimally, but it takes them almost the entire year to eat their Hallowe'en haul, and that's after they've given away everything they don't like. On the other hand, they must monitor me constantly to keep me away from their goodie bags because I'd lick sugar off a bee's bottom if I couldn't get it any other way.

22/45 Dental hygiene: Brush their teeth for them, at least twice a day, until they are 5 or 6 to make sure they develop the habit and learn how to do a good job. After that, they should brush after every meal and you will have to constantly check to make sure they are doing a good job. Electric toothbrushes have a built-in timer which makes it easier to set a standard. Beyond brushing, we make our kids floss while watching TV, using the little plastic dental floss sticks, often called kid- or line-flossers. When it's not convenient to brush after a meal, we give our kids sugarless gum. We choose the adult-oriented mint-flavoured ones because we don't want them to love it enough to develop a gum-chewing habit. We also restrict this to no more than once a day. Neither of my kids has ever had a cavity.



23/45 Be conservative how much dental work is performed on your children. The best medicine is to not get sick. Everything else is a compromise. Make sure that your kids brush well and floss regularly. Have regular checkups and cleanings. So many people have dental insurance through their jobs that it has become increasingly common that children have a lot of dental work done. Every filling they get will eventually weaken their teeth. When they are in their 40's and 50's, this will start to become a problem. I'm proof of that. I haven't had a cavity in more than 20 years and yet the teeth that were filled in my childhood are slowly crumbling apart around the fillings, and there is nothing I can do to prevent it.

24/45 Be stingy with medicine. The rule that we have been able to adhere to for the past 11 years is that our kids only get medicine if a sickness is preventing them from eating or sleeping. Only once, at Christmas, did we ever doses one of our kids to get him through an event, and only then because he was almost over the illness. On top of this, we make sure they get plenty of sleep.
   To fight fevers during the day, we've had good results from tepid baths. When their bodies are radiating heat, a tepid bath will feel uncomfortably cold, but we make them stay in at least 5 minutes and try to get them to fully immerse. If they can do 15 minutes, the relief lasts longer... a couple of hours, with our kids.
   We also give them homemade green tea popsicles which may help lower their fever, but certainly works as a distraction without introducing sugar, which I believe to be anti-medicine.



25/45 Children equate physical pain with emotional pain, or even just discomfort until they've gained enough experience to discriminate. At nine years old, my daughter is still unable to clearly distinguish many forms of discomfort from actual pain, which is sometimes panic-inducing for me, when trying to diagnose a sickness or injury.

26/45 Kids need their sleep. It's important for their general health, and doubly important if they are sick. I put sleep near the top of the health pyramid, second only to air. Kids who get lots of sleep don't get sick as often and recover more quickly.

27/45 Bedtimes should be strictly enforced, for the kids' good health, but also for the mental health of their parents. Every minute your children stay up past their bedtime eats into your recovery time. Tapped out adults can not provide their children with the best care.

28/45 When they are babies, don't tiptoe around the house while they nap. Make them bulletproof nappers. The first few times it might seem crazy, but babies will sleep when they are tired, regardless of the circumstances so that's the best time to train them to ignore their surroundings. If your children are well trained to sleep you can enjoy a few hours of normal adult time—have a heated discussion, entertain guests or watch a loud movie. Occasionally, my wife and I will turn on the light in their bedroom and have a short discussion, while watching them sleep.
   NOTE: This will only work when the kids need rest. My daughter always wanted naps, so she slept during the day. But, even as an infant, my son was simply never tired during the day and only slept at night. My daughter was the polar opposite, sleeping so much that I seriously considered seeking medical advice. I tried, but never found any way to change their natural sleeping patterns. 

29/45 Let the baby cry. My initial theory was that if I rushed in every time the baby cried, he would learn that everything is ok and that he doesn't need to cry. In retrospect, this was a foolish notion. In fact, he learned to cry whenever he was not otherwise occupied. It took months to retrain both of us.

30/45 Self-esteem is trust in oneself. Like all trust, it can not be gifted, but must be earned. Praise, alone, can not build self-esteem. Only real accomplishments are confidence/self-esteem builders. Encourage your kids to do stuff! This is especially important for girls because our society emphasizes beauty over personality and integrity while encouraging women to use their sexuality as social currency, all of which tends to undermine long-term self-esteem.



31/45 Let them be bored. It teaches them to think, imagine and how to cope with boredom. It also makes chores and reading more attractive. Admittedly, this is a tough one for parents to endure because children tend to wander around pestering the adults when they are bored. I heard one parent tell her children: "Go outside and do something. You'll feel better about yourself." And I thought it was very good advice because going outside is therapeutic and doing something—regardless how insignificant—contributes to self-esteem.

32/45 Hold your kids close whenever you can. Soon enough, they won't let you. Parenting is a never-ending process of letting go.

33/45 Spend time with them. One of the things they want more than anything else is time with their parents. You do not always have to come all the way down to their level or pay them full attention. My kids like playing in the yard while I'm gardening; happy to run and jump and come back to ask me questions or relate their observations about grass and bugs, every three or four seconds. It's not exactly adult time but I do get to dig up some weeds and, occasionally, complete an entire thought.
   For toddlers, a great summer idea I saw online was to give them a paint bucket of water and a paintbrush and have them paint the fence with water! Wish I'd thought of that one.



34/45 You can't pour tea from an empty cup. Take care of yourself and your spouse first. If you are completely drained, you will have nothing to offer your children. Also, a lot of parenting is about letting go. As your kids get older, they will want their independence. In their 20's they probably won't be around much. Your spouse is your only constant companion in life. Take care of that relationship, not only is it your life preserver, it is, ultimately, the cruise ship you want to get back to.

35/45 Don't let kids get between you and your spouse. Kids are natural manipulators. And they start surprisingly early. When she was about four, my daughter tried to leverage a divide between my wife and I during an argument by asking me a pointed question the answer to which would likely have rekindled the debate, had we not recognized the manipulation attempt. At that time, my daughter viewed her mother as "The Enforcer" and me as "Mr. Funtimes" and was hoping to secure an ally in her minor disagreements with my wife. We presented a united front, saying that we do not agree on the topic, but that we did not expect to agree on everything, which seemed to put her in her place.

36/45 Stay together as long as possible. A reason for splitting up that is commonly deemed acceptable is that your unhappiness will affect the kids by showing them a bad model of marriage. Generally, I don't agree. Kids are basically all about themselves. They are barely aware that you and your wife have a relationship, let alone that it may be a bad one. All they really care about is stability and security and having love heaped upon them. If they had a vote, they would tell you to stay together and be miserable. From what I've seen, even an amicable divorce is a psychological ordeal for children that should be avoided, if at all possible.

37/45 Lie to your kids: We all lie to our kids about things like the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus not for their benefit, but for our own. We want to foster those too-cute moments of magical wonder and drink them in like ambrosia. Ok—but you're really not doing your kids any favours by convincing them that magic exists, not to mention confusing the "truth is always best" message. As soon as they become sceptical, don't invest a lot of energy into prolonging the lie. If they ask the question, it is completely ok to tell them the answer, provided they are old enough to keep a secret from other kids because if they tell other kids who aren't ready—or, more likely, whose parents are not ready—you will probably find yourself in a heap of social trouble. If your kids can't be trusted with such a secret, lie your butt off or prepare to face the social consequences.



38/45 Teach them that taking responsibility earns priviledge. All children should have chores. Start when they are very young, even though it will mean constant monitoring and reminding, because toddlers will accept work willingly. They have a built-in urge to grow up and no expectations, so they don't categorize tasks as "work" or "play." These chores should earn them trust, and privileges and lead to ever larger tasks. They also contribute to confidence and self-esteem.

39/45 Developmental Stages: It may drive you absolutely nuts, but while they are growing you will have to repeat the exact same things to them a million times until, magically, one day they seem to just suddenly "get it." It's not that they don't want to obey, it's that they can't.
   My wife and I exhausted ourselves enforcing things like "no running in the house," "no yelling in the house," toilet training and putting away the toys. I especially remember the running thing, when my son was about four. He was very smart and unusually obedient but when I asked him to stop running, he'd take about three walking steps and then break into a run again, apparently having completely forgotten the entire encounter. Then one day, he just didn't run in the house anymore. I eventually concluded that their brains were just not able to process the instruction until that one certain brain cell was born and then, suddenly, they could.
   I don't recall any such issues between six and ten years old, but now, at eleven, my son is suddenly overcome with energy which he constantly vents as piercing vocalizations. He seems completely unaware that he's even being loud, so getting him to quiet down is a continuous effort. My wife and I are anxiously awaiting the birth of that new brain cell.

40/45 My daughter is a bit messy, constantly leaving her things all over the house. To help her see how this is inconvenient for the rest of us, I started referring to her as my "roommate." The roommate analogy seems to help her understand that we are equally sharing the common spaces and that it's unfair for one person to monopolize that space. It also makes her think about the future when she might actually be a roommate. How to be a good roommate is a good concept to teach because if they have abrasive and indulgent habits at home, they may be difficult for others to live with which will affect every future relationship, from roommate to life-partner.

41/45 Once they are old enough to care, let them wear what they want as long as it does not impact anyone but themselves. Going out on a winter day without a jacket will not make them sick; only germs can do that. However, they should be taught to be prepared. Leaving home without appropriate attire may put someone else at an inconvenience if the child becomes uncomfortable, or there is an unexpected emergency situation.



42/45 Instead of phrasing a question as yes/no, presenting only acceptable options can avoid an unacceptable response. For instance, Instead of asking, "How much broccoli would you like?" try using "Would you like two pieces of broccoli or four?" Your child will feel like he/she has made a choice and will be more likely to willingly accept the outcome.

43/45 My sister's tip: At large gatherings, kids often get involved in petty squabbles which can lead to a near-constant line of disgruntled young ones complaining to the adults. When kids report on other kids, one effective filter is to say: "Is someone hurt? Is something broken? If not, then you are just tattling and we parents do not need to get involved."

44/45 The Attitude Dance: (Another of my sister's tips) Whenever my sister's kids persisted with a bad attitude, she and/or their siblings might call out "Attitude Dance!" at which point the offender had to dance while singing Patti LaBelle's New Attitude song until they snapped out of it. It's completely silly and slightly embarrassing, but it works so well that most of the homeschoolers in our circles now do it. I will say that this is something that is best started young. Once they reach the teenage years, it can still work, but you have to consider the embarrassment factor and use restraint in invoking it and, once invoked, you will need the support of all involved to make it stick. CAUTION: I would not recommend this for kids over 8 who attend school. A school contains a larger population than most homeschooled kids have to deal with, so schooled children can be much more exposed and affected by public opinion.

45/45 A friend of mine shared this trick for getting a fussy baby to accept a soother: if they spit it out, tap the end of it. They will instinctively clamp down and hold on to it, after that.



46/45 Another friend of mine makes her kids participate in the following conversation whenever they whine about a decision she's made that they deem unfair to kids...
MY FRIEND: "What do kids do?"
KID (rolling eyes): "What adults say."
MY FRIEND: "And, what do adults do?"
KID (resigned sigh): "Anything they want."
Oft-repeated phrases like this tend to cut short the whining.



   Of course, reading 46 or even 4600 parenting tips isn't going to make the job a breeze. I can only hope that you find some of these of such value that you name at least one of your children after me and mention me in your will. Anything beyond that may be asking too much.


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Monday, 21 November 2016

Sex, Drugs, Pets and Gardens!


I'm different.

I've been told it, too many times to ignore.

But, by and large, I'm only different deep inside my own head. On the exterior, I'm extremely usual. Boringly so.

On the off chance that you might need to hear some of the things I do not say at work, in elevators, coffee dates, parties—really, anywhere that someone might actually hear them—I boldly present some of my slightly-left-of-center reasoning and observations on Drugs, Sex, Gardening and Pet Ownership, despite the fact that no good has ever come from me sharing what I truly think.



USING DRUGS IS BAD:

A long time ago, I heard a prominent practitioner of Chinese medicine being interviewed on the radio. When asked to give his best advice, he said, simply, "Don't get sick!" I chuckled, but then the longer I thought about this, the more brilliant it seemed.

Most of my family have been long-lived, but my grandmother was an outstanding example. At 85, she looked 65 and was very active, mostly in her garden, several hours each day. Then she tripped and fell against a glass cabinet and got a shard of glass lodged in her hip. She was in great physical shape, so the operation did not take much out of her—but the recovery, that was a different story. She was instructed to stay off her feet for at least three months; advice she strictly adhered to. But afterwards, to the surprise of us all, she was never really active again! Like Dorian Gray, she aged, seemingly overnight, and spent her final 10 years hobbling from her bed to her chair, within the confines of her house.

"Don't get sick," connects to a concept that I have always believed in, Balance. And the two things I believe about balance are: (1) That it is comprised of both positive and negative, and (2) it is delicate. In terms of medicine: (1) The more effective the cure for one system, the more destructive it will be for another, and (2) once you artificially correct a system, it is difficult to restore the natural balance.

As I age, the proof seems to surround me. Many of my older friends and relatives grew up in an era when western medicine was revered and so they didn't think twice about popping a pill to fight discomfort, let alone actual pain. By the time they were my age, they were on multiple prescription medicines and some of them now have issues with their livers that are most likely linked to the amount of drugs they've consumed. They've lived long lives, but I believe that they would be living their last years in better shape had they been more careful with their drug consumption.

I am a believer in western medicine, but I was never one to take a pill if I could avoid it. I never wanted my body to build any tolerance to, or dependency on, a drug. This way, if I really had to take a pill, I hoped that it's effectiveness would be maximized, and the negative impact on my body minimized.

This is not to say that I strictly practice what I preach.

"Medicine" is just a subcategory of "things we ingest" and I know that I should apply all of this, equally, to soda pop and potato chips, but sadly I find this a struggle. I do believe that junk food is anti-medicine and it causes imbalance in all the ways I avoid by not taking actual medicine, but, for me, there is one outrageously strong argument in favour of junk food: "It's freak'in delicious."



Now that I think about it, most of my larger problems start with my tongue.

Well, we all have to die of something.




USING ILLEGAL DRUGS IS WORSE:
I've long believed that laws create more criminals and victims than they eliminate, and the "War on Drugs" is a prime example. I wish all drugs were legal, worldwide. This would instantly delete so much crime and abuse that it could only be a good thing. I see no moral issue with adults "doing drugs," though I've never been a fan of drugs of any kind.


When I was younger I avoided illegal drugs mostly out of fear. I was unjustifiably proud of my brain and didn't want to take "mind-altering" substances precisely because they might alter my mind. It has since been strongly suggested to me that mind-altering would have done me some good.

Be that as it may, drugs held little attraction as I am easily amused and thoroughly satisfied by ordinary life. There have always been more than enough distractions to amuse me and I never really had much of an urge, beyond mild curiosity, to try drugs. And now, what, with Netflix and all...

I'm sure you've heard all the standard arguments against illegal drugs, but here's the one that people don't seem to expect and that instantly careens a rock'in party smack into an awkward pause whenever someone insists that I tell them why I don't do illegal drugs: Purchasing illegal drugs is a bad thing, purely because it's illegal. All of your spending is a form of endorsement. In the case of illegal drugs, you are endorsing the worst elements in our society: very directly contributing to violence and abuse. And for what? A good time.



If everyone stopped purchasing illegal drugs, a large percentage of crime would disappear overnight. Personally, I could never justify putting money into that system, regardless of what I think about the unfairness of the legal system.

Crickets. Everytime.



OWNING PETS IS BAD:



There are the two major reasons that I do not have pets: I really love animals and want to be a considerate neighbour.

I haven't wanted to visit a zoo since the 1980's when I looked a gorilla in the eyes and immediately recognized that it was intelligent, massively bored and pretty pissed off at being kept in a cage. Sensitized by that experience, I then noticed that the large predators spent their day neurotically pacing, the elephants swaying. I went, once, to Sea World and was immediately struck by the fact that the whales were so large and their tanks so small. Wild Orcas can swim 30 mph and 100 miles per day, yet live their captive lives in Olympic-swimming-pool-sized cages where they develop crippling diseases and sociopathic tendencies. I'm no biologist, but even to me, caging such animals is obvious cruelty. I have not set foot inside a zoo since the early 90's.

When I was young, I was a mini-zoo keeper, blinded by human-centric views and a sense of entitlement to every element on the planet. I had mice, rats, gerbils, rabbits, a ferret, a dog, cats, lizards and fish. I loved all those animals, but the reason I had so many is that they died... often. I tried to take good care of them, but I was too young, the learning curve too gradual, and the animals too small and delicate. My ignorance and carelessness meant a constant turn over. Only the cats and dog survived well because they were more resilient, and largely cared for by my parents.

It took me an especially long time to get over the death of my dog, but I loved every one of my pets.

It's a common notion that every caring person loves animals. They love their innocence, their cuddliness, their unconditional return of affection. They consider pets a member of the family. If you don't have a pet, you are dead inside, and possibly a sociopath.

But the lesson that my pets eventually taught me was: Do not keep animals as pets. My love for my pets was a human-centric, inconsiderate type of love—the same love I see exhibited by many pet owners; especially in the city. Many do not take pet ownership seriously enough, treating animals like emotional toys instead of living beings with an equal right to the best life possible. They spoil them in human-centric ways; buying knitted scarves or gold-plated food dishes. It's as misguided as a husband getting his wife a vacuum cleaner for Valentine's Day, though less dangerous.


"Nope," Pet by Pet...
Dogs: Dogs are the ones I feel most sorry for because they are so guileless, loving and loyal. Dogs need to run. The larger the dog, the larger the run they need. A half-hour walk to the local park and back, once a day, does not come close to satisfying a dog's need to exercise. Also, making them wait half a day to go to the bathroom is unkind; doubly so if they are punished when they fail to hold it. As well, dogs are keenly attached to their pack members, especially the alpha dog—you. When you are not there, they pine. If you are away from home a lot and/or don't live in the wide-open countryside, then a dog is not going to have the life it deserves.

On balance, your love is extremely valuable to a dog. But you are forcing them to exchange some of their own health and happiness for that love.

Cats: From an animal-cruelty point of view, having a cat is not an impractical choice, but you, alone, do not "own" your cat. The entire neighbourhood "owns" your cat because cats wander and yowl and deposit their poop wherever they please. Again, in the countryside, this outside animal can lead a comfortable, healthy life, and you will "own" your cat there because no one else will have to deal with it.



Smaller Rodents: I'm willing to admit that I see little wrong with owning this variety of pet. But, still, I generally observe that the cages are made to maximize viewing and minimize recapture time, and do not provide enough space for the activity levels of these animals.
"But they have a wheel!" you say?
"Imagine spending hours on a treadmill without an iPod," I counter. Even with an iPod, it's no walk in the woods.

Birds: How would you feel if you could fly, but instead, were relegated to a two-foot cage? Think that your pet would choose to stay with you over freedom? What do you think would happen if you didn't clip its wings, put the cage outside and left the cage door open? What does this tell you?

Fish: I think these are the pets that we torture the least because of their size and limited brain power, but they are no less abused. Fish are small and delicate: One second, they seemed to be floating a little off-center and the next, they are floating upside-down. If you think about the massive numbers that a pet shop stocks on any given day of the year, you will realize that it reflects the massive number of fish that die as pets.



Small Reptiles: Maybe. But, like fish, they tend to die easily and like rodents, cages small enough to give us easy access are too small to provide a full life for the animal.

Spiders and Spider-like Creatures: We once had a red-backed jumping spider crawling around the house, for about two weeks. I didn't kill it or remove it because I thought, "even though it's creepy-looking, we can co-exist. What a great life lesson for the kids." Then, one day, it crawled into her bedsheets and savagely bit my daughter on the finger. Her finger went numb and arm ached for three days. I almost died from lack of sleep, checking on her every two hours, during the night. I didn't kill the spider. Instead, I gingerly carried it outside... where I hope the mean-spirited little bastard died! Spiders, you had your chance and you blew it, big time. So, nope!

My daughter took this picture of a common local spider; I think it's a Wolf Spider.
To my mind, they make better neighbours than "family members."


Dangerous Animals: I find it absurd that a person can own an exotic animal that is in any way dangerous to a human being. I mean: Why does one person's impulse to cuddle a python outweigh his neighbour's personal safety? Why?!





GARDENING-COULD BE GOOD, BUT MOSTLY BAD:




I never thought that I would, but I've come to enjoy gardening.

I like the creativity of designing yard-scapes, though I'm not very good at it. Moreover, I like the activity level—just enough to keep my body happy without monopolizing my mind; I get exercise and am still able to contemplate life or that last episode of Breaking Bad. Whatever.

But my quirky mind seems to enjoy spoiling my own fun.

One day, while schlepping wheelbarrows of topsoil, I suddenly realized that, like owning an exotic pet, gardening requires a huge support-industry geared towards making things grow where they otherwise could not. I looked at my little garden filled with rocks blasted out of a distant quarry, soil scraped from some river delta, fertilizer composed of elements from the far reaches of the periodic table and the globe, and seeds cultivated in foreign greenhouses, and it instantly occurred to me that I was assembling a large, exotic terrarium—completely artificial, unsustainable, perpetually out of balance and costly. And because I suck at it: ultimately not worth the effort.

A gardener has a lot in common with Sisyphus.

My meagre attempts at beautifying my world were actually destroying it. All those elements, all that refining and shipping, were gouging chunks of real beauty out of the earth, grinding them down and burning fossil fuels to haul them to my doorstep where I then expended great effort in transforming them into faded echoes of nature.

And, all of this because someone, somewhere, decided to label some plants as "weeds."

I'm still trying to figure out what indigenous plants will grow in my indigenous hard-packed clay and how I can obtain and nurture those plants. Paradoxically, not many native plants can be found in a local nursery. Those "weeds" have been shipped to another land where they are considered "flowers." As well, it is no longer easy to know what is native. Most of the things that spring up on their own are invasive foreigners. I might have to build a wall.

A testament to my gardening prowess:
I planted these Nasturtiums in my garden, in April.
They popped up... in my footpath, in November!


My ultimate garden would be one in which the dandelions grow, but are kept in check by other native plants. I have no idea what that might look like but have a feeling my neighbours would not be on board. They have little to fear. My patch is relatively small and surrounded by exotic terrariums blooming with of non-native plants, so my new dream garden is likely unachievable.

Also, as a gardener, I suck. The only reason my thumb is green at all is because it's envious of other thumbs.



EMOTION, SEX, LOVE, RELATIONSHIPS—ALL GOOD:


Awkward postcard.

I like to dissect complicated concepts, breaking them into their simplest component parts, if I can. Here's where I'm at with relationships and emotion.

• Ultimately, we are descendants of prey, and we are all still afraid. Thus, ultimately, most of our life choices are spurred by fear.

• Our deepest emotions evolve from comfort zones established in childhood and, later, refined by adult experience. Comfort zones are psychological zones of apparent relative safety, arising as a response to fear.
Emotion exists to disentangle our brains from decision-making equations that we can not balance. Defining "good" and "bad" requires a point of view or an agenda. A point of view/agenda requires a bias. This bias is emotion. It keeps us from decision-paralysis by tipping the scales when there is no "best" answer.

• Love boils down to a feeling of invulnerability and, thus, an exceptional lack of fear. At full force, it is a deep belief in a righteous purpose which fills a person with such satisfaction that it overrides all fear, even that presented by mortal peril. A person thus satisfied in death, is thereby satisfied with life. As a practical example: Many people would gladly take a bullet to save their child. They can do this because love fills them with a clarity of purpose that society unanimously endorses, providing the ultimate validation. The conviction that such a death would have a deep meaning and is clearly the "right" thing to do overrides all fear. In normal life, when death is not imminent, this righteous feeling can fuel and justify many aggressive and risky behaviours. This is why parents will stand up for their children in circumstances where they might never stand up for themselves.

• There is no such thing as a soul mate.
I'm going to say it again: There is no such thing as a soulmate.
I repeated this because the soulmate thing is such a commonly accepted myth that it's almost heresy to speculate otherwise.
But no single person can give you everything you will ever crave. The reason for this is that humans want everything and spend their lives trying to get as much of it as they can. Everyone has to compromise because it's impossible to have everything, if for no other reason than that some things are mutually exclusive: If she's black, she can't also be white; if he's ripped, he can't also be a couch potato.
Moreover, there is no one who can "complete you." And no one wants to. Complete yourself, then you'll be a better catch for the kind of person you want to be with.
Whether or not you think that I'm right about this, take a moment to consider the ways in which the soulmate idea sabotages the average person's love life. When you're dating, the idealized soulmate fiction makes it difficult to settle for a real person. When you are in a relationship, believing that somewhere out there your soulmate is waiting is a distraction and a relationship-sinking thought that will occur every time your expectations are not met. Abandoning the idea of a soulmate better prepares you to meet and maintain a relationship with an actual human being.
Of course, there are people who might inherently be easier to live with, long-term. But it doesn't matter how well you fit at first, that initial connection can only get you so far. Once you're living, day in and day out, in close quarters, it will take seriously hard work to maintain your relationship.
I always think of a relationship as a vehicle, because, as the song says, "Life is a highway." Your relationship might be a 1994 Ford Aerostar but, at first, while you're speeding along fresh asphalt, it's going to drive like a brand new Ferrari. The problem is the more roads you travel, the more likely you'll reach a stretch that's not paved. And sometimes, you're going to have to go off-road. And for that, you're going to need an all-terrain vehicle with snow tires and a winch. The real question is: How hard are you both willing to work to adapt your vehicle? Or to put it another way, "How A-Team are you?"



• Related to the previous point: Coincidence exists. What many refer to as "Fate" is simply a romantic notion built upon the inadequacy of our human minds to properly evaluate statistical chance.

• Sex is a physical mechanism which aids bonding by easily generating instant feelings of validation and intimacy, even where none exists. Obviously, the sex act is essential for reproduction, but the sex drive is essential for genetic diversity by encouraging people to experiment outside of their social spheres.
Sex is an intimate physical act and it is dangerous in many ways to enter into a sexual relationship carelessly, however, it is also dangerous to believe that there is a direct connection between sex and love. A piece of bad advice which is commonly passed from generation to generation is that you should only have sex with people if you are in love, or worse, married. The problem with instilling this belief is that while a youngster is learning to cope with overpowering sexual urges, there is a good chance that they will "fall in love" with the sexiest person they meet, just to morally justify getting laid. Taking the emotion out of the equation will simplify and clarify their choices.

• Romance is a vivid emotional illusion that there is a special bond between people. There are many mechanisms which can create and strengthen this bond and many which can dissolve it. Because it is just a feeling, it can exist even when not appropriate. But it's a great feeling, one worth working to maintain and deepen.
Actively participating in mutually acceptable romantic activities strengthens the emotional bond between two people. It is an artificial thing and cannot exist without the effort of the people involved, but the emotional bond it creates is a comfort zone, useful in maintaining a long-term relationship.

• Intimacy is relative. There is no "right way" to be intimate and what is intimate to one person may be intrusive to another. At one end of the scale is Mr. Spock (representing embarrassment) and, at the other end, a Stalker (representing insecurity). Think about where on this graph your intimacy preferences would fall. Now think about where your partner should appear on the graph. If the gap between you is small, then you are lucky and probably very satisfied with this aspect of your relationship. If the gap is large, it's probably best to learn to accept their nature. There is no good/right or bad/wrong, and there are advantages and disadvantages to every position on the graph—other than the extremes. The real problem is the gap.
One good exercise is to image yourself in a relationship with someone at the extreme end of your side of the graph. If you tend to be reserved with your feelings, then imagine being with an excessively disciplined person who shows no emotion and has taken a vow of silence. If you are the more expressive type, then imagine your partner is a stalker who constantly nags you for every detail of your every thought and action. You will probably feel some degree of embarrassment or insecurity. This should give you some idea what your partner might feel whenever you nudge them to close the intimacy gap.

• The single biggest thing that people want from their relationships is validation. It's why people are attracted to people that they feel might be "out of their league," and why continuing to feel appreciated is such a large thing in a long-term relationship of any kind. It's also why a sudden decrease in a partner's social status adversely affects the relationship. Praise from someone of lower status has lower value.

• Appreciating and feeling appreciated is a huge element in all relationships.
One common trap for people is to expend effort in areas that the other person doesn't consider important. A classic example is always doing the dishes while your partner lets them pile up.
You consider it important and each time you wash them, you think that you're doing a favour for your partner. Rightly or wrongly, your partner considers the dishes a low priority or else they wouldn't let them pile up, or they consider doing dishes a trivial task, otherwise they wouldn't let you do them alone, every time.
Left unaddressed, you will grow resentful that your efforts go unrecognized.
So, who's wrong?
Mostly you.
You are the one in the best position to alter this cycle of under appreciation and resentment because you are definitely aware of it and you are actively contributing to the situation. Expecting your partner to spontaneously appreciate something that is of little value to them is unrealistic. Feeling sorry for yourself is a signal that you are doing something wrong. In order to address your feelings of under appreciation you need to do something, or stop doing something. Either way, it is within your own power.
Playing the martyr is a refusal to acknowledge your own role in the dynamic while setting a trap for your partner to fall into in order to justify your feelings of under appreciation.
"Do, or do not," but don't expect others to appreciate gifts they do not value.
If you've tried everything you can think of to address this issue and the situation persists, your final choice is to rethink your own priorities. If you are unable to change your mindset, then you are free to nurture your inner martyr. But realize that martyrdom is a dull knife to a relationship. The longer it lasts, the deeper the gouge.

• Empathy is an essential ingredient for all long-term relationships. When empathy runs out, the relationship runs aground.

• Relationships are a lot more fragile than people generally believe.

• Love, sex and romance are all good for your physical and mental health. Though falling in love with a serial killer provides only short-term benefits.


And you thought that you were the weird one.

Thank you for hearing me out. And don't worry—I find your nervous glances endearing.

I feel better, having shared this way, mostly because I now realize how much less awkward it is being me, than being the person standing next to me.

Internet dating.


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