If you live in Northern Virginia, you are probably feeling how I am right about now... like a Duck. With the non-stop, cold rain for the past two days there is nothing else in the world that I want to do but lay around and do nothing.
And tonight starts my fourth night of watching Walking Dead and I think the Stockholm Syndrome has began to set-in.
At first I didn't mind watching all the blood, guts and zombies. And the truth is, the story line is pretty good.
Then, I began to dislike it. Watching all those people die and turn in to zombies is not my cup of tea. I mean I am the girl that runs out of the room when there is even a little splash of blood on the TV (and I thought I wanted to be a nurse... ha!). And by last night, I was done! I couldn't stand to watch another second of the show. EVERYONE was dying and I swore if I saw another zombie eat a person I was going to hurl.
But tonight, after taking care of the things that needed to be done, my still injured Urban Farmer wanted to lay on the couch, prop up his knee and watch the "Walking Dead". And I happily complied.
This just goes to show, that the Stockholm Syndrome has started to set-in. :)
During our Church mandated pre-marital counseling, we were explained that marriage is like Stockholm Syndrome and, at the time, the Urban Farmer and I just laughed it off like it was a joke.
Although we both laughed at the time the truth is, they were right.
No, I don't feel like a hostage in my relationship -- in fact, I am very happy in my relationship.
Now I don't mean this in a negative way at all, so before you jump to a conclusion hear me out.
Two people come into a relationship with different likes and interest. What makes a relationship is having things in common that you like to do together, golf, dance, reading, something! But those same two people also come into a relationship with their own likes, interest and dislikes.
When I first started dating the Urban Farmer I was fresh out of college. My interest involved partying, meeting Frat guys and staying out at bars way too late. The Urban Farmer was 29. His interest involved music, gardening and being outdoors. As you can tell, very different.
Then the Urban Farmer and I started dating.
I shared him my interest of going to D.C., bike riding and wineries.
The Urban Farmer shared his interest of kayaking, camping and music.
Then, over time, the Stockholm Syndrome began to set-in. Me, Miss Prissy Pants, actually started to enjoy things outside, such as camping and kayaking.
And my rough Urban Farmer, developed a like for fine wine and enjoying the city that he grew up in but never took the time to enjoy.
Now obviously, a relationship isn't about liking EVERYTHING the other one likes. The Urban Farmer obviously likes gardening. I on the other half, have no patience for gardening, I'll help but I want my tomatoes NOW, not a month from now. While I on the other half love trashy reality TV, I can catch the Urban Farmer glancing at an episode of Dance Moms every so often with me, but at the same time he reminds how the stuff is rotting my brain (he's probably right).
So, aspects of a relationship can be Stockholm Syndrome in the sense that when your "stuck" with someone for a long period of time, eventually your going to like stuff the other one does.
In a relationship you learn to like things you don't normally like, it's not that your significant other is forcing you to, or that you are compromising yourself in a relationship, but that you find that you care about someone so much you just want to be with them.
Whether it be swing dancing, hiking or underwater basket weaving, just being together is an important part of the Urban Farmer and my relationship.
Therefore, tonight as I snuggle up on the couch with my man and watch the fourth night of zombies eating people's faces, I remind myself that no matter what I do, I want to make sure that I am snuggled up next to my Urban Farmer for the rest of my life.
Bring on the Stockholm Syndrome!
Love,
Busy Girl
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