I didn’t know how to get around to today’s dare, so I did what any great husband would do – I sent a text message.
Before you judge me, let me set the scene. Kristin and I planned a day with friends. We accompanied our friend Julie for a hike on Dragon’s Back trail, and then we relaxed at Shek O Beach. After that we had a couple more friends over to our flat, where we made dinner and played games.
There was plenty of time to talk to Kristin, but there wasn’t an opportunity where I could get her alone and have a heart-to-heart. Hence, the text message. The ironic part was that soon after I sent the text, Julie found out about it.
We were on the train discussing our dirty flat and apologizing to Julie for its messy state. As we were talking about this, I mentioned that Kristin doesn’t like clutter, but has a high tolerance for germs. Unfortunately, I ranted a little too long about how Kristin needs to keep the bathroom clean. Only a moment later, I hear Kristin blurt, “That’s it! I know what your high expectations are!”
Julie was looking rather confused, so we had to explain my text message questions to Kristin. Since neither of them know about the love dare and since I want to keep it a secret, I had to stand there and look like a weirdo for my seemingly bizarre and random questions. Another day accomplished!
By the way, I did not win at Catan today. I came in a solid third place out of five.
Sometimes I am way too competitive.
One activity that brings out this destructive personality trait is the game Settlers of Catan. Often I have the right dose of fun, mixed with a passion to win. But occasionally I become quite overzealous in my thirst for victory, and the result can be quite embarrassing. In fact, I can count those embarrassing moments, and that sum is two. Both times I erupted in moments of accusatory anger, mostly out of a strong sense of justice and fairness. The other players were CLEARLY being unjust and unfair (to me). I wanted vengeance for the way they stole my wheat port and repeatedly placed the robber on my key resource cards!
As an outside reader, I’m sure this all makes perfect sense, and you’re all cheering for me to win.
In reality, both moments upset the other players, put a damper on the fun, and were a far cry from a fair and just reaction. I want to learn to keep things in perspective and take things in stride. It’s just a game, and the real purpose of games is not just to have something fun to do, but rather about interacting together and living in relationship.
My friends have thus far continued to love me and have even invited me to play Catan again. That’s probably because I have friends that are incredibly awesome – on a scale of awesomeness far greater than myself. If this is the case with Catan, how much more does God love me in spite of all my ridiculous outbursts and moments of stupidity?! Now that’s something to think about.