Amen, Frank Zappa. Amen. And nice cat.
(Related: In light of the Johnny Depp thing from last week, I’d like to point out that Frank Zappa is my dopplegänger.)
I can always see the frustration in Chandler’s eyes when I tell him to do something rather than tell him why I want him to do something, or when I forcibly pick him up and move him somewhere, rather than asking him to follow me.
Obviously there are times when I have to use the “because I said so” method. But I am really trying to always explain to Chandler why what I want him to do is actually something he should want to do too.
Sometimes this process helps me realize that doing things “my way” isn’t actually necessary at all. You’d think being married 7 years would have done that already.
