Me: There's a new scratch in my car door and it wasn't there the last time I drove.
Him: Who had the car since then? That'll be the last time they get keys until that car door is fixed.
I know but I want to know what happened so I'll go talk to that kid. Of course there are blanket denials at that point and lots of cross-pointed fingers, Elaborate stories about stray kites being flown in the front yard and those turkeys that turn up every so often and peck at my car tires. All of which I have brought upon myself because I can't punish a child without understanding what happened. That's me.
|from Freckles 'n' Family blog post on backstory|
This is one of the things I've learned from studying fiction that help me understand real life. My husband, bless his heart, does not. He can take the keys, make the kid fix the scratch and hand back the keys weeks later without an ounce of guilt or a minute of lost sleep. Even if he believes there's a chance that it wasn't that child's fault, he's a firm believer that karma's a bitch so this balances out something else they did wrong that never got caught.
I find most people are on one side or other of the backstory divide, and pick someone for their mate from the other. If one is driving and gets cut off, they beep and call the other driver a jerk. Their mate then points out that the other car was just avoiding a pile of rubbish in the road.
"Don't make excuses. They almost caused an accident."
It\s true that they almost caused an accident, but for me, a backstory junkie, I wouldn't get mad at that driver, just feel lucky to have avoided catastrophe. On the other hand, if we drove past them and saw that the driver had their phone in one hand, a soda in the other and was driving with their spare pinkies then yeah, I'll get down with cursing them out.
|"Debi Mazar and her husband make an Extra Virgin Blend"|
And this is something else I learned from fiction. Conflict makes the world go round. It's
interesting to be part of a culture clash or new world. The perfect example is a picture of Debi Mazar and Gabriele Corcos in the March 2015 edition of Real Simple (which I can't link to until it's a back issue so I'm linking to a totally unrelated but similar article above) where she's wearing a strapless denim sundress with a zipper jagging down the front and killer strappy heels and he's wearing--I don't remember, maybe jeans?--while they're feeding the chickens they keep on their property in Italy.
|Their book, their recipes and their love story|
This teaser for this season's premiere shows why: Season 5: A Gift To the Neighborhood. They're obviously deeply in love, affectionate, and kind to each other but if you watch long enough you also see the ways they drive each other crazy too. They wouldn't have made it past season one, frankly, if they were always getting along and coming at problems from the exact same angle. We find people different from ourselves to be the most interesting.
Of course you can take it too far and argue constantly, and in ways that make everyone feel awful. Lots of books have movies that do this, all of which I avoid. Conflict for its own sake holds our attention the way a nearby train wreck leaking toxic gas would: The contamination may spread! Watch out, we're in danger. Witnessing a fighting couple will make you shake and say to your partner "Thank God we're not like them," but also wonder what it would take.
Which is fine We need not think alike to love alike (attribution here), and qualities that make your partner unique can be gifts (see tinybuddha on this here).
But first and foremost we gotta love.