Translated…
Since my younger cousin married, he’d found, that married life isn’t as wonderful as he thought it’d be, he’d often fought with his wife, and, the topics of their fights, countless, from how to squeeze the toothpastes, to whether or not the American President should send out the armed forces to maintain world peace, they’d had opposing views, and neither was willing to let the other win the arguments, and, the air often became frozen in their interactions.
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Later on, my cousin went on a business trip to Europe, there was a romantic comedy on, with the male and female protagonists, agreeing on that they only argue at suppertime on Fridays, and on the rest of the days, they’d not argued at all. This movie had, inspired my cousin, he’d agreed with his wife, that if they’d often needed to fight, then, they should set a day aside in the week to do it, and they can go off at one another all they’d wanted to, as for the rest of the week, they are to try to get along, best as they can, with neither criticizing the other. After his wife heard, she’d thought about it awhile, and agreed that it was a good idea, and agreed to it. And, they’d done as the couple in the movie, used Friday for it, because it’s the end of the work week, they’d not become pressured for the workload the day after, naturally, they could scream at each other, all out.
After the agreement was in effect, my cousin, during the six other days of the week, worked hard, to hover down his own emotions toward his own wife, if she’d done something to make him angry, he’d not reacted right in the moment, instead, he’d kept, careful documentations of them, and, waited until Friday, then, FIRE! His wife did the same, if there’s something he’d done that displeased her, she’d just, smiled over it, but, from the way she’d sharpened the knives, preparing the suppers, you can tell, that she’d saved up her angers, to be unleashed on Friday.
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What’s fun was, on Friday night, they’d sat, staring at one another, but they’d kept, laughing aloud. First, my cousin cleared his throat, said, “Seeing how the set date is here, I will, go off now, I must say, you’d ticked me off, hear these words, carefully now………”, he’d pulled out a letter-sized sheet, went down the list. But, his tone was stiff and unrehearsed, which made him sounded so hilarious. As for her, the same things happened too, the things she’d kept close tabs on what I’d done to piss her off, after the few days of simmering down, she’d realized, that her husband was not, so awful, and so, she’d stated how he’d eaten too much, gained weight, looking like a big fat panda, nothing more. The very next day, they’d gone out to hike up a mountain trail together, interacted intimately with one another, and you can’t tell that they’d had a “fight” on the previous evening.
Since then, my cousin still upheld the rule of “Arguments on Fridays”, in actually, they were more like, “flirtatious Fridays” instead; the two of them traded insults, and, slowly discovered, that as they’d gotten really in-tune, arguing with one another, the more they’d gotten into their arguments, they more they’d both wanted to start laughing aloud, it’s, a brand new kind of bliss that they’d, come to share.
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And so, this arguing at the end of the week, is a great idea, because at the moment when the two of you are angered at one another, there are a ton of awful emotions, waiting to explode, and if the two of you get into it right then and there, then hurtful words will surely be shouted out, and, the two of you would feel hurt by each other’s words, but, if you do like this couple, saving all their angers toward one another until the weekends, then, at least, you’d have time, to allow whatever displeasures that the two of you feel about one another, to simmer down, and, you’d have the time, to reflect on your own emotions, trace to where and how you’d felt that way.
Life, the Obstacle Course 