My wife and I are currently going through a marriage series at church and in the chapter we read this past weekend they asked about anger styles and assigned each on an animal. It was to spark conversation and to soften the conversation of how we deal with other’s anger when we are in a relationship, but it caused me to ask my wife how she felt being a different type of animal.
She listens to a organization podcast and they have already made her a bee or a butterfly or whatever else designation for her organizational style. Now she is some sort of insect/mammal hybrid chimera organizing with anger, and who knows what other animal styles she has been assigned.
It is always animals. Why isn’t it who are you as a car brand. Someone could be a Range Rover; overpriced, cheaply made, high maintenance cost, generally unreliable, and craps out after 50K miles or someone could be a Chevy; best days behind them, low repair cost, not in it for the long run or they could be a Toyota; low maintenance cost, highly reliable, in it for the long run. We could keep going but you get it. It is always animals and never anything more fun.
It could be Pokémon or monster trucks. My anger style is Gravedigger; lots of flash with little substance and break when I try and do a backflip. And I don’t think animals appreciate being typecast in this manner.
As for the date itself. It was wonderful. We took advantage of where we live and had a nice dinner along the boardwalk with a view of the ocean. It was a tad expensive but we were paying for the view as well as the meal and it was a lot of fun. We deserve to treat ourselves to fun every now and then. It is good to forget about the stress of being financially responsible for two households, dealing with the loss of one parent and the extended hospital stay of another, and the raising of three of the wildest heathen children the world has ever seen for awhile.
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