This morning I was talking to one of my girlfriends about an
incident that took place yesterday evening that had me upset and annoyed. It
involved a man, mixed signals and Shake Shack. Don’t worry, the Shake Shack
part was all good; I split some cheese fries and had a Chicken Shack with
cheese if you’re curious. The food was better than fine. It was the company I
kept that had me calling my girl to recap all the foolishness. In between my
cursing and her completely agreeing with me, she asked: “what’s your ‘love language’? Is it receiving
gifts or words of affirmation?” I had taken Gary Chapman’s ‘The 5 Love Languages’
test years ago, but could not remember how I tested. I thought those two sounded
good, but honestly did not know. It occurred to me that taking the test again,
now that some years have past, wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Then I thought back to the conversation I had with my dad even
earlier this morning, before the call with my girl. As my phone buzzed in my
hand with John Coltrane’s Impressions
(his unique ringtone) coming through the speaker, I already knew it was him
before seeing Daddy on the screen.
“MJ, you sad about Prince hunh?”, to which I sadly replied, “yeah”. “I’m gonna try to
find that Chipotle coupon for a free burrito bowl. You want a bowl?” he asked.
“Yes.” He said he would call me when he was on his way downtown and that I
could “do the order” for him. It occurred to me, that is my love language. My dad speaks my love language. He
acknowledged and predicted I would be shook up about Prince and gave me my due
respect for crafting a mean burrito bowl. No translation needed.
After posting this I will take the test and see what my “language”
is. If you want to test yourself, click here and share your results.
XOXO
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