Arguing is an indication of wanting to communicate something, usually something close to one’s heart. While many issues can be resolved through peaceful discussion, other conflicts can provoke anger, defensiveness, resentment and other strong emotions. In a long-term relationship, it is nearly impossible to avoid hurt feelings, misunderstanding and conflict.
A couple can slip into old inefficient patterns every time they start arguing about an important issue. Thankfully, everyone can learn how to communicate and solve conflicts efficiently in order to achieve mutual understanding, fulfillment and deep intimacy.
My result: Positive fighting tactics.
There are times when you engage in arguing behaviors that can help end a fight quickly and satisfactorily for both parties, but it is not the norm for you. This might draw fights out longer than necessary because of misunderstandings. By listening carefully, looking for solutions and (horror of horrors) apologizing, you can begin to communicate more effectively with your partner.
These tactics can serve to reassure your partner that you’re working together towards a common goal. Couples who rely on positive tactics when fighting improve their overall satisfaction with their relationship and are more likely to stay together.
Two days ago, my friend offered to get me a hot chocolate because he was getting one himself. I told him I wanted white hot chocolate to which he responded, “yeah, sure.” While the lady did what she had to do to get the hot drinks to the right flavour, my friend informs me that he ordered two hot chocolates… which meant there was no white hot drink for me.
Dark Brows Chic and I thought he was trolling but he wasn’t. I took a sip and it wasn’t white at all. A curse on his grave.
I feel like it was only yesterday this was print screened but at the same time feels like it’s been a million years. A lot has happened then. Uninterested Guy used to make smart comments about my posts. He also usually got more notes than I did.
I was in a bathtub when that photo was taken of me.
(Source: rikkaissayingsomething)
Dark Brows Chic and I hung out with the Godfather last night.
If you take out any one of us, the two remaining people will still compliment the other.
I also learned not to give my number out to someone I just met at a party even if he says he has a band and wants me to jam sometime. I must listen to Dark Brows Chic and Uninterested Guy’s street knowledge about changing the last two digits of my number… preferably to six and nine, says Uninterested Guy.
If you look back and dig up my older posts or if you have clicked the “chats with friends” link then you would have most definitely seen the names Ketchup, Knox, Carter, and Kevin.
These are my friends of whom I talk about most of the time. They make up almost eighty-five percent of this blog.
If you love them like I do, you’re probably wondering where the hell they are. Or if you’re wondering who the hell they are then these were their names and are their names now.
Ketchup = Dark Brows Chic
Knox = Uninterested Guy
Kevin = Boy with Golden Hair
Carter = Rush Hour Buddy
Nothing stays the same. I’m sorry if you don’t like this change
Last night I got to finally jam with my favourite drummer. Drummer Girl has been out partying since New Year’s Eve and has only gotten off the fun train some weeks ago. She has gained weight what with all the beer and alcohol. Still sexy, though. She has come back with a very hot English boyfriend who says he’s from “Yok” when actually he’s from “York”. I had to clarify that.
Do I look quaint to you?
I hate when I see pictures of a fat guy and a skinny girl or a fat couple or a skinny girl with a fat guy and people comment saying, “you don’t know their story. Haters gonna hate. This is true love.”
Well, that’s great, you know. I’m not judging. But why do they always have to say things like… this is true love… oh yeah? Is it? Is it really? No way.
Oh wow, you’re both fat, true love.
Oh, skinny couple, true love.
Oh, one of you are fat, huh? True love.
Why do pictures like this even go around the net? I mean, aren’t they just normal people loving each other? Everyone makes such a big deal out of these things and yeah, they’re not bad things, but why not… I don’t know… treat them like just any other couple?
I’m guessing I need to be a certain body type to have the Internet declare my relationships, true love.
I cannot even put to words how annoyed I am feeling because of a misunderstanding over the phone.
I, seriously, need to keep my diary up to date. No, this is not the girly kind of “dear diary” but rather the more responsible adult type that goes… lesson at ten AM, meeting at twelve PM, movie with Boy with Golden Hair, send e-mail to message all members of Dina’s stream, party at six PM.
Okay, getting my act together.
Be right back.
