I like to sleep in a cold house under layers and layers of sheets and blankets. He likes it cool with minimal amount of blanket coverage, a light blanket and sheet, thank you.
I like onions in almost every meal, the flavor mouthwatering, the smell amazingly enticing to the tastebuds. He likes as little as possible.
I like vegetables in my meals, good wholesome nutrient rich veggies. He just doesn't.
Music on a road trip. Talk radio or comedy.
Pictures on the walls. Deer heads in the living room.
There's lots of things we differ on in but there's a lot of things we agree upon, too, sometimes more important than the amount of onions in a dinner meal. Things like morals, family values, the importance of a good salsa.
What I'm trying to get out is people can disagree on all sorts of levels. It doesn't mean you aren't standing for the same thing. If you find yourself getting immensely frustrated, take a beat. Back yourself up. Ask if you're really hearing what's being said. Did you really understand what they were saying or trying to convey? Perhaps you stepped on a grenade unintentionally. Listen, don't put up defenses. Figure out what happened, let the apology out and move on. Or, for Pete's sake, agree to disagree and don't let it bother you much.
People are going to have their opinions and it's their right to differ. We might not always agree *cough, the down duvet is perfect, cough cough* and it's really okay. If at the end of the day you still stand for the same important things together, then we're on the same page after all.
That's my kumbaya story for the day and I'm officially stepping off the soap bow. Now, who wants a taco with extra onions?!