Remote Control

Once every 4 months or so, my wife gets fed up with the fact that she never gets to hold or use the remote control. I mean she gets pissed off. Basically, she'll walk into the room and explode without warning. If it weren't justified I'd probably get pretty freaked out...but because she is, I kinda have to giggle to myself. I am surprised really that she doesn't get angry more often.

See, I generally choose to not watch TV unless I'm controlling it OR unless I'm with someone who shares the same TV-viewing philosophy and preferences that I do. Its safe to say that she doesn't fit into that category.

So, when she stated emphatically that on Tuesday she was going to watch The Bachelor in our bedroom, I acquiesced. In fact, I generally relocate to the 'den' and watch whatever I was watching prior. But this Tuesday I decided to download something from my queue on Netflix and watch it while sitting next to her on our bed. Sweetness. She actually seemed more interested in what I was watching than I was.

The point of all this? Well, relationships are largely about control. TV viewing is no different. I simply don't compromise much in this arena and I embrace that. I think I have a solution, though. If she wants to become the remote control, much in the manner of this photo, I'm game. I'm pretty sure she'll go for it.