Those were the exact words that flashed through my mind this weekend when my darling OH, who having offered to make me a sandwich, declared that he didn’t know what to do with a spring onion. Now before any of you rush in with a copy of “Veg Preparation for Dummies”, fear not; I have no doubt that he does know what to do with a spring onion, but he wanted to make me a pork sandwich, same as he was having, not a tomato, mayo and spring onion sandwich as requested.
I didn’t say the words, I held my tongue, waited till I was halfway up the stairs and gesticulated wildly which, as we all know, is the proper, mature way to deal with any marital disagreement. I ended up with something approaching my original choice of filling and no hurtful words were said….least said, soonest mended, apparently.
Naturally, not one to miss the opportunity to blether on for no good reason, it got me wondering how I could translate this into a blog post, and after reading Heather’s post today about paranoia and the potential for people to say hurtful things behind the veil of the internet, I wondered if we are all beginning to move on from the old adages.
I’m a great believer in honesty, and I’m no fan of bitchiness but neither am I a saint. I do wonder though if the two are related? If we feel unable, for whatever reason, to speak the truth does it fester inside us, itching to find its way out through whatever means? Is bitchiness the pressure valve that pops whenever we feel we can no longer keep a lid on things?
As someone who has previously been (fondly-ish) referred to as ‘Acerbic Tongued’, I guess there are times when my reputation precedes me. My MO is generally to be open, to say is as I see it, but never to intentionally wound or hurt. The difficulty comes in judging a situation and knowing when to stop.
In any relationship there are times when honesty is absolutely necessary, regardless of the consequences. However, when it comes to spring onion in sandwiches, it’s really not that big a deal – is it?