I seem to be different from all other human beings on this.
The current example involves a dispute I’m having with my wife that she doesn’t know we’re having. (Research shows that successful couples don’t typically talk everything out, and this is going to be one of those cases. Can of worms that needs no opening.) She plays at a sport called Hurling. She’s actually really good, for play at her amateur level. She’s on a team that will be going to the national championship next month. She’s very proud of herself, and enjoys the activity a great deal.
I am also extremely proud of her, find her to be inspirational in this regard, and am absolutely thrilled for her.
I also could not give even a single shit about the game itself, or watching it, or seeing her play, or anything.
Okay, so but of course, if it’s just a matter of going with her to her games, I’d happily do so. I understand people like to be supported etc etc. Yes yes. I can take a book. It’s okay.
But we have four children. For me to accompany her to these games is not just me going to watch. It’s me taking a bunch of kids, to watch a bunch of kids, while she’s playing nearby.
She doesn’t ask me to go to every game, to be clear. But every now and then there’s a special game of some sort or other, and she makes it known that it would be really, really gratifying to her if I were to bring come too, along with the kids.
Today, one of the kids is sick with a fever, and the official line is that I should play it by ear, but it has been made clear that she’ll be really sad and disappointed if we don’t go.
This is what I don’t get.
I get feeling a little good about a person being there to support you. (I “get” it but don’t really understand it–I would not give a single damn if someone came to “support” me at a fencing tournament. It’s my game. I’m playing it. I don’t expect anyone else to be involved. Do you see where I’m coming from here?)
What I don’t get is feeling actively sad and disappointed when people don’t go out of their way to cause quite a bit of consternation and stress and even a bit of minor suffering in order to make a point of being sure to get everything and everyone together and coordinated and over to your thing that you’re doing.
It’s you’re thing that you’re doing, and what I don’t get is this idea that you have the right to feel others are in any sense obligated to be involved as well.
How much of an ass am I here?
To be clear, I do it, I go, she’s happy we’re here, she doesn’t really care (though she damn well knows) about what we went through to pull it off, and she knows I hate being outside and don’t like watching sports etc but she’s just happy we’re there. That’s what I don’t get.
I’m a complete bastard aren’t I?
But anyway, I don’t get it. Can anyone explain?