My husband loves this word… Juxtaposition. And by “loves this word”, I mean… he mostly likes to make fun of it’s common use in the artsy realm. He’s got nothing against this realm. He would just much rather build robots, or make stuff explode with his pellet gun. And he likes to find any silly reason to use the word “juxtaposition” in his sentences and daily banter. It’s part of his funny way of entering my world for a few moments in his busy day… where he might stop and hug me and make me laugh. We bicker a lot, like any couple would, but it always comes back to laughter.
We, him and I, are in fact… a juxtaposition… of epic proportions. We couldn’t be any more so. Him with his power tools, technical savvy, and “guy” stuff…Me with my paint brushes, and belly dancing, and “girly” stuff… we are just that. Juxtaposed. Our personalities are very distinct, but somehow complimentary spices in our recipe… our relationship. It’s peanut butter an jelly. It’s apple sauce and pork. It’s red wine and pizza. It just works. I am not sure if it works because we are opposite, or if it works in spite of it. Maybe it’s because he can cook. And I am terrible at it. 🙂 But don’t get me wrong… this little juxtaposition we have going on here can be incredibly frustrating and utterly exhausting.
It terrifies me knowing that someday… one of us will inevitably go. Yup… that’s just part of it all. Morbid, I know. But I hope until then, this juxtaposition will be strong enough to withstand life’s tumultuous, yet so very delicate nature.
In the end, it’s the one that matters most.
This post was inspired by this weeks WP Photo Challenge.
Graveyard Photos: walking with my friend, also my belly dance teacher, in a cemetery near her house… Probably taken with one of my digital cameras.
Other Photos: stuff in my house.