There are moments I become obsessed with certain things. Like, at this moment, I have listened to about 100 versions of Czardas by Vittorio Monti
. I've even watched Mao Asada
skate to it. It's supposedly a standard piece for violin players of all age. I don't care. I love it.
Which has nothing to do with the other thing on my mind.
After spending some days with my "in-laws", I was asked by my husband if I had a good time because he thinks I did. And I did enjoy a lot of my vacation. He asked if there was anything that stood out. I told him that although I had a great time, I found that some of the behavior of his family gets old quickly and is irritating. He responded with, "Your family can be irritating too."
I agreed and reminded him that he asked me if there was anything that stood out. He said that he loved his family. I told him I do too but find certain behavior grating. That's all. He asked.
I always wonder why people ask questions they don't want answered. Especially about their family. Everyone's "in-laws" do things that they find irritating. It's true. I would rather be truthful about how I feel rather than fake. My husband's sister-in-law has atrocious eating habits. She passively acknowledges them. She complains about feeling weak and is always on the verge of a breakdown and attributes it to her poor eating habits... but she never remedies it. She's like that person you know that is a vegetarian that makes a big deal about it but yet consumes so much crap you wonder what the fuck they were thinking when they decided to be vegetarian. You know them.
I find it just stupid and I actually said something to her before we left. I had to get it off my chest but I could tell that neither my husband nor his mother were excited about my thoughts. Oh well. They've known me for a while now. I'm sure it's not new.
Truth is, maybe my concern for Mike's family's behavior that I find irritating is a bit of an obsession. Like Czardas, I have continued to play it over and over again... in my mind. Later.