The Lonely Whale.

Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

she isn’t like any other baleen whale. unlike all whales, she doesn’t have friends. she doesn’t have a family. she doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. she doesn’t have a lover. she never had one. her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. but her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. it is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 51.75hz. you see, that’s precisely the problem. no other whales can hear her. every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. each cry ignored. and with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Writing today's post a little light headed, no not from legal drug use, but from a fuzzy head and a heavy heart. Have you ever had an argument with your significant other? Of course, we all do. As far as arguments are concerned, the argument that I had with "the Fella," last night wasn't as bad a it could have been, but I hate arguing just the same. 

Sometimes, I forget that my humor and attitude are some what abrasive, even for "the Fella." Though we've tried to be as independent as we can and separate ourselves from each other, as much as need be, we find that spending time with each other comes with the good, the bad and the ugly. 

By definition Ugly- 

very unattractive or unpleasant to look at; offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance. 

-was yes, what the argument was about. Throughout the years I'll admit-tingly say that I've learned the fine art of arguing for what they call "for the sake of arguing." Last night, I made a backhanded comment about How I felt that unattractive people should never be paired up with attractive people. 

As previously aforementioned my humor and attitude could be considered harsh or what "the Fella," referred to as mean. This is absolutely true. Though it isn't any excuse, I was in fact JOKING. Maybe because I care about "the Fella," so much, I hated that he thought that I wasn't joking. 

My response to his comment was the exact opposite response that I had anticipated, instead of laughing it off and telling him that I made the comment in jest, I wanted to simply, argue. 

It started off with me saying "Give me one reason why that comment is mean?" and "Don't make me feel stupid for having a shallow opinion." But what really hit home to me, and made me not want to argue anymore, drop it and laugh it off, like the joke it was intended to be was "the Fella's," simple answer to the argumentative conversation, he sincerely said "I expect a lot from someone that I really care about, and I don't believe that you'd think that way?" 

He was right. He knows me well enough to know that I don't think that way. In fact, I feel the exact opposite. I think that everyone is attractive in their own way, wether it be their humor, their odd beauty or their ability to make someone feel great about themselves. 

Since this is the second go around time for me and "the Fella" and we've known each other for so long, we still have a lot to learn about each other. I think that arguing sometimes is very normal and healthy for us, especially since we are so similar. I don't enjoy the arguing but I do enjoy the making up. 

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.