Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts

'Filtering' my words is by far the greatest change I am making, despite it being a very recent change.

When I'm not in a pleasant mood, I bit my tongue to restrain myself from mouthing out what's on my mind right then. Mostly, fluently aggressive/uncouth/hurtful/rude/sarcastic comments.

Certainly, it hasn't been easy; changing never is.

I'm better than some with words, better at expressing myself. That's the beauty of my natural ability with words. Then there's the evil side. As much as words can sound like sweet blessings, they can be the opposite too, if you know exactly how to, which I unfortunately do. 

I enjoy debating, retaliating with sense and sarcasm. I find myself secretly rejoicing when I leave the other party dumb folded. The other party can be anyone, an acquaintance, stranger, friends, family. Yes, even with my close ones. That's the dark side. I rejoiced at something that I shouldn't, something that is going to haunt me when I finally come to my senses, which I had and I hope it's not too late for this change. 

As time passes with the dark clouds hovering me, time brought me to my senses, making me realize that it (time) is far too precious for me to be conjuring up the nicest sarcastic script in my head in every conversation. It is a waste of time because there's no need for sarcasm, despite how intelligent it sounds in my head. There's a more graceful way of bringing my points across. I will only be truly emotionally intelligent when I master the art of effective speaking without sarcasm.

The sense of accomplishment when I hold back my words outweighs the accomplishment when I leave the other party dumb folded. Today, I did something I've never done and would never do in the past. I refrained myself from snapping at a stranger. 

I was in the Gong Cha queue when the lady behind asked me politely "Excuse me, are you in the queue?"

I nonchalantly turned my head slightly with my left profile facing her and answered "Ya? I'm in the queue. This is obviously the queue right? (*gesturing at the queue in front)"

Okay, I do admit I answered that with a tinge of sarcasm, but my self-control stepped in after this. The lady then countered "Okayyyy (and yes, she did over emphasize on her y), it's just there's a gap in front of you and people will be confused if this is the queue for ordering or queue for collecting"

The 'me' reacted instantaneously and played out the answer in my head within split seconds.
"This narrow gap is reasonable or do you actually expect me to stick myself to the person in front so there is NO gap at all?" 

It is a big feat for me for not saying that out loud. I replayed that in my head like a faulty recorder replaying itself, for a good few times. Yes, my addictive habit is that bad so I really regard what I did as an accomplishment.

Self-control. I will not let this deter me from being a better me.

"I've changed",  "you've changed", "we've changed" to me, aren't acceptable reasons for a couple deciding to split ways. Unless that change is changing for the worst, eg changed into a sex addict, gambler, torturer.

Every phases of our life, we're changing. Even every single day. Something may have happened at work/school that has changed a person, his perception, the way he reacts to future similar situations, even career goals may change, all in a day.

And if that is so, if change is a legitimate reason for a couple to go separate ways, then we're basically dealing with the fact that our relationship partner may not be able to accept that particular change and still love us as us. If that is a legitimate reason, we're actually saying we're game for an unreliable and unsturdy relationship? Because change is nothing like abc; no one can ascertain what comes next and when. So if a relationship isn't built to last through the unprecedented changes, perhaps, it has never been and will never be a reliable and trustworthy one.

If our own families can accept the tremendous changes we've been through since day one and still love us, then why can't the person who claims he/she loves us does the same?

This was 2 weekends back, where the night was filled with laughters, incessant nonsense and catching up with that friend whom we all haven't met in ages. 



Strangers' Reunion for desserts cause Wimbly Lu was too far from town. 



And well, Strangers' Reunion's waffles never made me miss Wimbly Lu's waffles any lesser. It was good enough, minus the comparison part.

We find ourselves being caught up in the time affair, puzzled over why time never fails to change things. Be it relationships, mindsets, opinions, the food we grow to like or detest, the paths we chose to take, etc. So many changes, both in the past and future. We're all puppets in front of time because aside from moving along with it, what else can we do? Rewind or pause or fast forward? Nah, none of the above. Like I've said, we're merely puppets. But, one thing is for sure, no one should be able to stand in the way of how we choose to spend our time, unless we allow them to. We can't be puppets of everything, can we? 
Amongst the never ending changes, there are still that few constants which comfort me whenever I'm worn out from keeping up with all the abrupt changes in life. Like how he'll still go the extra mile just to see me smile. That comforts my fear. The fear of how a guy will cease putting in his heart & effort once he has got the girl playing along to his every single rhythm without even having to lift a finger of his. He's just not the role of the guy I've depicted. He's just not any other guy.

Thank you for coming to my house last night just because I asked if you could have a home-sliced salmon sashimi supper with me after I knocked off. I didn't even have to ask twice. Just once & you acknowledged my wants without any complaint or reluctance. 

Ah, too blessed. 

Dear Daughter:

This weekend is Father’s Day. On Sunday morning, you’re going to crawl into my bed and curl up next to me.  We’ll turn on the TV and I’ll feign excitement when Dora comes on, more just to watch your eyes light up. At some point we’ll get into a tickle fight (which I will undoubtedly start).  We’ll get into a raging debate over which of us loves the other one more.

I’m going to love every minute of it. Watching you grow up has been the purest pleasure in my life to date.

Which makes it even more jarring to admit that I was once a sexist.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill, woman-hating misogynist who believes God made him superior to the fairer sex. I’ve always hated that guy.

Instead, I was the guy who didn’t even notice all of society’s subtle sexist behaviors. Sometimes I participated without realizing. It wasn’t until I spent months traveling around the country with Hillary Clinton, and then later becoming your father, that I began to see all of this.

The constant stories about Hillary’s hairstyle or pantsuit color, but never about Obama or Biden’s tie color or haircuts.

The questions Sarah Palin endured about whether she could do the job with small children at home, when not one male candidate ever had to answer similar questions. (And it is not easy for me to defend Sarah Palin!)

The sophomoric giggles from late-night talk show hosts about a woman soccer player ripping off her shirt in celebration that got almost more attention than the championship she had just won.

The cable news host who commented on how good women politicians look “for their age.” The beauty pageant that asks us to judge which young woman looks best in a bathing suit.

It was everywhere. And it made me mad.

So I pledged to do my part to make sure you always knew that you were an equal to the boys you saw every day (Personally, I think you’re superior, but that could just be the dad in me talking.)  I wanted you to never feel discouraged, to know you could do whatever you wanted, and to live a life without this subtle sexism.

The problem is, society is sending you mixed messages.

We tell girls they can be whatever they want when they grow up. So why are so many people still telling women that they can’t balance career and family?

We tell girls that they can succeed if they work hard and be themselves. So why is it that a woman in business or politics is seen as cold and harsh if she doesn’t show emotion — but seen as “emotional” or manipulative if she does?

We talk about creating economic opportunities for women. So why are we still debating whether they should receive equal pay? Even worse, why are we having a national conversation over whether women in the workforce hurts our “social fabric”?

We tell girls that they can grow up to be soldiers and serve our country. So why have we allowed a military culture where some of the greatest threats women soldiers face are from their male colleagues?

We tell young girls that they shouldn’t ever rely on a man for their happiness or success. So why are we telling them that they need to rely on a bunch of men they’ve never met to tell them when they need an ultrasound, where to put it, and what other healthcare decisions are best for them?

In the past few weeks you have told me you wanted to be a doctor, a pilot, a face-painter, a pizza maker and a princess. Some days you want to be all of them.

And the most awesome thing is that right now you believe you can be.

That list will only grow in the coming years. I can’t wait to watch it grow, and see where it leads you.

I only have a few things I want to add to the list.

I want you to be happy. 

want you to truly do and be whatever you want.

 I can’t wait to watch it grow, and see where it leads you. 

want respect and equality to be the status quo.

I don’t want there to be any more glass ceilings for you to have to break through.

hope that someday, when both you and your younger brother get older, you’ll read this and neither of you will have any idea what I’m talking about. That would be the best Father’s Day gift ever.

Love,

Daddy

Mo Elleithee is a Democratic political consultant in Washington, DC, and was traveling press secretary for Hillary Clinton’s 2008 presidential campaign. More importantly, he is the father of a three-year-old daughter and three-month-old son.

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