So this blog could go anywhere, but it started with frogs. Last night as my boyfriend and I were stuck in commuter traffic heading back through the Caldecott Tunnel and into Oakland, I heard something. I stopped our conversation, and said, "Is that noise frogs?"
Unrolling the window, we realized that the noise that had beat its way through closed car windows was a chorus of frogs. Hundreds, probably thousands of them on the side of Highway 24. The sound was amazing--guttural crickets on steroids croaking, slight whiny squeaky croaks. The recent rains must have pooled enough to allow for this wild renegade western town of frogs to pop up.
So we were both as quiet as we could be and despite the highway noise, listened. I turned back to my boyfriend and said, "Can you believe that? Isn't that amazing?"
And he said, 'Yeah, if you like frogs."
And thus, an evening worth of slightly heated and upset words followed.
That's all it took. Well, more followed, but it started with frogs.
How is it that anyone manages to ever live with another person? Much less sit in a car with someone else for a prolonged period of time? We are all so vulnerable and prickly, with feelings and issues and soft spots. We should be wearing pillows strapped around our bodies, helmets, and earplugs just to get through the day unscathed by human verbal sally.
Or maybe that's me. Maybe I haven't learned half the lessons I need to. I keep trying, of course, but when the man I love doesn't like frogs?
Are the frogs me? No. Do I really care that he doesn't like frogs? No. But I want him to be enthused about my enthusiasms. I want that support, even if its for a renegade frog colony. I expect this, we expect this, and I am sure it's unrealistic. He wants me to be a little less touchy. To let him get away with somethings now and again. To pay attention to his feelings.
So our discussion went from frogs, to work, to family, to sitting in our living room working on our relationship. Then we watched the rest of The Number 23, which I don't recommend. But it has a happily ever after ending, to a certain extent, and so does my frog story.
Tonight, take your frog loving friends--about 6.45 pm--and drive on highway 24 toward the tunnel. Stay in the far right lane and pray for traffic. Open your window and listen! (And you better like it, dammit!).
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