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Rules of Engagement
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Rules of Engagement Within the working parameters of any successful relationship, there are frequently guidelines of some sort set into place. Some are hard and fast rules practically tooled into everlasting stone and others are merely suggested or inferred guiding principles based upon those regulations that are so permanently and irrevocably engraved into unyielding granite tablets. Tucked securely away lest infractions are henceforth perpetrated; either deliberately or unintentionally. Then, depending on how deeply the those tablets are inscribed, retribution will then be handed down…undoubtedly a gripping, chilling and potentially horrifying tale for yet another day…especially if you find you’re male, involved with a female and know darned well you’ve never taken the time to read the fine print...or any print for that matter...  ...and chances are, at that point, it won’t be pretty...In my own mind I’m convinced that it's the female of our species that conjures up most of these regulations because of the uncharacteristic integral workings of their feminine intellect; they simply can't help it. You see, as a male, I know we’re generally larger, stronger, have vast unexplored worlds to conquer, damsels in distress to rescue and, given the fact we have the immutable ability to stand up to pee at will, well, quite frankly, we simply cannot be bothered with the trivial details concerning the outlining and subsequent implementation of said governing policies; we have real things to do…but who knows, it could just be me alone, the alcohol and/or the testosterone talking here...  ...time will tell. Usually too late to save me from calamity, but none-the-less, time frequently tells the whole story in the end...  Not that I’m against rules or civilized existence, mind you, because without any such basis in place, anarchy would reign, chaos would abound and any semblance of order as we currently know it would simply cease, and that in itself would not be a good thing. I’m only literarily illustrating my thoughts on how, why and by whom, these rules of engagement often come into being. Even as a young boy growing up I made note of some of these things but failed to recognize the<b> enormous </font></b>complexity of such complex inner workings. Now, as an older, wiser and married man, and after countless youthful years of being guided by my Mother and 4 older and very mean sisters, I look back with the ability to reason through and to see things more clearly and how, from time to time those same rules can get strangely and mysteriously restructured to serve primarily those who currently wield the hammers and chisels...but I digress... Friday was Grandparent’s Day at our local elementary school. I remember last year all I had to do was show up on time, be my usual and wonderful self and enjoy the few precious moments allotted for the occasion with our Princess. This year however, I was to find this was no longer the case. Besides showing up on time and being my usual lovable self, there were also new “requests” to be honored: Please, no work boots, no work shirt and no work truck. I could ride the motorcycle if I wanted but either way I was asked not to back into the parking space but drive in straight like everyone else. I was to sit quietly in class and listen to the teacher and if asked a question, I was to stand and speak in a clear voice... after all, she is almost a second grader now and not a little anymore; she knows about these things. I must have done good, cuz she held my hand in the hall and sat right there beside me during the juice and donut time in the library and gave me a kiss when I left. Every time I see her I swear I see a slightly different and incredibly more mature person evolving. As simple as it is now, over the next number of years, I suspect This One will develop her own unique set of values, moral standards and also have the distinct ability to make those beliefs known to those around her. For the record, as long as she grows up to sure of herself, confident in whom she is as a person; her wants, needs, desires and determines never to be anyone’s doormat, she can practice on me anytime.  I may be a slow learner to start, but eventually, with enough love, patience and kisses, even an old like me can learn new tricks…but then again, as always, time will tell...H.  MOOD: LOVE CONQUERS ALL Horny4770 
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It's amazing how quickly these wee babies grow into opinionated beings with minds of their own! And what a journey it is. 
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6/22/2011 9:25 am |
what peekaboo said Butterflies are free ~~ so am I.
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