love languages revisited...

so i have not read the book 5 love languages.  after all, why would someone who clearly speaks them all really need to read about them?  my logic may or may not be flawed, but it has sparked a rather amusing conversation between randy and myself.

for whatever reason, we were discussing this 5 love language thing a couple of months ago.  i told him that i thought my love language was acts of service.  i felt this was my love language because it seems to me that i would definitely feel more loved if someone, say, randy for instance, mopped the floor or cleaned the kitchen.  he proceeded to tell me that that was not my love language at all.  that my love language was quality time.  hmm, i thought.  i guess so.  i do like to spend time with randy.  it must be my love language.

the next day as I was doing the dishes, i began to think about our conversation.  i started to laugh.  it was funny to me that i thought i had a love language and randy corrected me on what my love language was.  suddenly, what i heard him say in my head was, dezra, you want to spend time with me...you do not like it when i do acts of service.  by then i was literally laughing out loud at the sink.  of course he would say that!  who wouldn't?!?!

so then it came up again last week.  i started laughing at the observation i had made and told him why i thought it so funny.  he said to me, "since i'm the one who actually read the book, i think you should know that you speak your love language by being this way yourself."  in other words,  if acts of service was indeed my love language, i would always be preforming acts of service...............(very long pause)...........................................oh.  yeah, my love language is quality time, you are right.  i don't like preforming acts of service.  i don't like it at all.