My wife loves spaghetti. It’s her favorite. She could eat it for every meal, every day. This isn’t really a big deal; lots of people love spaghetti. Except for me. I hate spaghetti.
I know, it’s weird; I hear it all the time, and no, I’m not a communist. I’ve just always hated it, ever since I was a kid. Here’s where it gets even weirder: I love almost every other Italian food. I can’t explain it.
This has been the subject of many discussions, as my wife just can’t fathom how someone who loves lasagna hates her favorite dish. Alas, this is the man she’s married, and this is the woman I’ve married. We can’t necessarily let her love or my dislike of spaghetti ruin our marriage, right? I don’t expect her to stop eating her favorite dish just because I hate it. In return, she doesn’t complain when I make my own dinner on spaghetti night.
After all, I don’t have to taste what she eats, and vice-versa.
The same can be said for opposing opinions. Like most people, I have my opinions about things that are going on and the way I feel like things should be. Very strong opinions, actually.
Wouldn’t you know it, some people have a different opinion than mine. Some of those people are very dear friends of mine; some are family. I don’t love them any less for it.
Sure, we can get into long, drawn-out, heated discussions about it. But sometimes you just have to accept that someone feels differently than you do and go on with your life.
There’s been pretty much zero instances where I’ve witnessed or have been a part of an argument where one party completely changed their mind and said, “y’know, you’re absolutely right,” especially on social media.
I’m not saying we should stop expressing our opinions, and I’m definitely not saying that you should agree with everyone. I’m just saying that maybe we shouldn’t be so extreme about it.
I’m sure you have a food you dislike as much as I dislike spaghetti. Is there anything that anyone can say to convince you that you’re wrong about the way you feel about that food? It used to drive my wife crazy.
“How in the hell can he love lasagna but hate spaghetti?! It’s basically the same thing with different noodles!”
She laughs about it now but says it would really get under her skin. Now, we agree to disagree. This can be you! Sometimes, you just have to find a creative way to disagree.
Sure, I still hate spaghetti. But spaghetti night gives me an excuse to have one of my old favorites: peanut butter and pickle sandwiches! What? You don’t like those? What the hell is wrong with you?? Do you hate America?!