So, as I was making fun of Mr. Str8 for his affair with his video games, I feel like I must now share with everyone this point.
To be fair, let me say this: I do think video games are a good and positive outlet for his attentions. There are far worse ways to have attention placed on something else. He enjoys it and it has given us moments of quality time, playing together, or him explaining to me his strategies. Interests can often bring couples together, if they are open to sharing.
My ‘video game’ happens to be photography. And I can compare this because it is yet to be fruitful, or outside of my own enjoyment, I like it. I could shoot thousands of pictures. And while Str8 gets lost in his games, I get lost in having a camera in front of my face.
So, with my old Olympus pocket camera, I subjected Str8 to endless picture taking. Every venture out of the house, in the car, on walks, on vacation, at the bar, I had it with me. In the first couple of months when we were dating, he indulged me by posing for me. Maybe I wore that off quickly. He got tired and annoyed. “That camera could end up in pieces if you keep it in my face.” That was his first admission of annoyance.
On our first vacation together, to PEI, I was attached to it, and could barely put it down. He gave me warning looks on the drive to the island. We had stayed in Pictou Nova Scotia the first night, and minutes after being in our room at the Inn, I was snapping pix of the room, angle after angle, and like a fashion photographer, I was focusing in on him. I remember him standing there, and with a menacing face, said “Did you want to live through the night?”
On our walkabout, in town, I would lag behind, and Str8 would keep walking. I had to run to catch up. After exploring the town, once we were back to our room, Str8 said “Oh, and by the way your camera may not survive the night.”
At a random point while in Charlottetown, on our walkabout, Str8 stopped walking. “Do you think any of your pictures will be any good?”
Once in the park, while feeding squirrels, Str8 moved on, and like a child, I was alone. I found him, and he shook his head. “At this rate you will be kidnapped, molested and murdered. You’ll like one of those options maybe…”
The first night Str8 got in after I got my new camera, I had it in his face for the first 3 minutes. “If you want to keep that new camera, you’ll get it out of my face.”
he digs my digit photo art and gets upset if I don’t hear him. Role reversal. So, I don’t get his video games, and Str8 doesn’t get my creative addiction with the camera.
And if this seems like a weak comparison, well I admit, it is. My camera compulsion is close to but not like Str8’s video fixation. So, really, the ‘men’ of the relationship will have their obsessions, even if the ‘females’ have their. The men will always be men. But for those of us as the women, we will secretly know, we are the better halves of the whole…