I have this paranoia* that my hubby is going to trade up for a younger, prettier, thinner, sexier, barbie doll lookin' kind of wife one of these days. Of course, that train of thought is not quite unfounded, as we found out when the husband-stealing-trollop incident occurred. That wasn't the first incident, however, the others happened while we were merely screwing… erm… dating.
In the 5 years that I have known and loved this man, he has owned no less than 10 different cars. He's never satisfied with anything that he has, constantly looking for that 'something' that is going to be bigger, prettier, faster, fancier, leaner, meaner or just plain better. His constant urge to 'upgrade' feeds my paranoia to no end. It's not just with cars either, although the machine that he drives seems to be his biggest obsession, for the most part. In his eyes, it's all about showing up the Jones', not just keeping up with them. I, not being a materialistic person, go insane when his obsession gets out of control and can not understand why it is that he can't find happiness in what he has and is constantly seeking that which he has not.
Why the constant need to trade up? In your eyes, do I have reason to be paranoid, or is this just another case of 'boys being boys'? If you're a woman, would this cause you to be paranoid about being traded up, too? Maybe I'm just crazy, but it does tend to make me a tad insecure and that fact alone makes me crazy. Generally, I am NOT an insecure person. Yet, I can't help but wonder if someday I will find myself being tossed aside for the newer, shinier model with fewer kilometers and bigger… *ahem*… airbags.
So, while The Fish is on a much deserved vacation, feed my ego and tell me things like "nobody would ever want to trade you in Jade" and then I'll go about my business all happy and stuff. Or, just don't say anything at all, and tell Fish when he gets back what a horrible guest poster I was and that I used his blog as one would use a shrink's couch. I just thought I'd throw out some food for thought and see what Fish's highly intelligent, extremely honest, and fabulously wonderful readers would have to say. I do take everything to heart, so just remember that and you won't make me cry. I will cry, you know, and then I'll find your blogs to stalk at a later date when I've time to do so.