Eggs in a basket

One of my favorite movie references of all time involves eggs. 

More specifically, how a person likes his or her eggs cooked.

I had a friend in college.  I loved her dearly (and still do), but it used to drive me batty to watch her and the men that she would date.  If he liked working out, she became a gym freak.  If he liked cars, suddenly she could rattle off statistics about the hottest racers on the market.  If he liked to cook, she was suddenly absorbed in the Cooking Channel. 

I knew that she hated to cook.

But because the man of the hour loved to piddle around the kitchen, she tried (in vain, I might add)  to match up to what she believed that he wanted in a partner.

They broke up after four months.

My friend didn't know how she liked her eggs cooked.  If he liked scrambled, she wanted scrambled.  If he liked over easy, she was an over easy kind of girl.  And if he preferred his in a basket, well…you know the rest.

 
She didn't even like eggs to begin with.  But he never knew that, because she was trying so hard to impress and be the person that she thought he wanted that she missed the point altogether, being that he had originally liked her for who she was when she was true to herself, and not when she was pretending to be someone that she thought he wanted.

If you can't be yourself, which first and foremost involves knowing and loving yourself, what's the point?  Differences in a relationship are the spice of life, and make for interesting conversation.  Can you imagine how boring life (and relationships) would be if nobody added any variety?

And for the record, I'm over easy, with a side of hash browns.