31 Days of “The Art of Wearing Your Fat Dreams”
He shouted as he made a quick exit from our bedroom, leaving me gobsmacked. “What the what just happened here?” I wondered. Good thing I had 9000 credit hours of undergraduate psychology under my belt to psychoanalyze this man I hooked up with or we would have been over ages ago. All I did was show him my list of dreams, what’s the biggie? Himself had just completed his Life Planner course and one must practice what he preaches, so we, as a couple began our Life Plan by answering the first three questions of Life Planning. I won’t bore you with them, but they have something to do with listing your dreams. So we did. But a funny thing happened, Himself did not like my answers (which funnily enough were very close to his own answers). I listed- more travel, have a house at the beach or some such place, and something about not having to do laundry ever again. Ever.
After I straight-jacketed him, propped him up on a stool, slapped him right then left while a single lightbulb swung back and forth above us from a faulty wire casting strange shadows across our faces, I got down to the bottom of what was bothering him about my list of dreams.
Himself felt personally responsible for fulfilling all my dreams.
Sweet really. But this did hit me hard. What a burden to carry, and no wonder he felt inadequate as my spousal unit to go so far as to wish me off to the hills to marry someone else who could what, financially support my dreams? Pffft. Where on his list did he write, “my dream is to fulfill all of my wife’s dreams?” Ah, you see, that was already some unwritten and quickly forgotten rule we have as a married couple- to make each other happy. Insert gagging sounds and shouts of “get a room.”
After exploring this, I assured him that he would not be a complete failure if my dreams did not come true. They’re only dreams. Right? Except for that laundry thing. That alone could end it all right now, forcing me
unwillingly into a sordid affair with a man who loves to do laundry, all the way down to the folding and putting away. Goosebumps. Wait, is that “April-fresh” fabric softener I smell?
Which brings me to ask- Who is responsible for fulfilling our dreams?
Missed any Days on this Dream Ride?
Day 1- The Art of Wearing Your Fat Dreams– Introduction
Day 3- Mozart Balls Really Do have Nuts- Tips on travelling with food allergies– Overcoming obstacles
Day 4- The Barf Stops Here- Homemade SpaghettiOs– If given the gift of time, how would you then spend it?