In reference to the question earlier:
Hell is other people.....loading your dishwasher.
At some point- usually after at least 20 years- one learns to VERY CAREFULLY pick your fights. Laundry sorting and dish washer loading chief among those to leave alone. Car travel routing (who chooses how to get anywhere) comes close.We've been married for 46 years now. I firmly believe that when a marriage lasts that long involves much trial and error, or even trial by error. After we had out first non-human dishwasher, I learned that rearranging the dishes was a big error, one that made me fit to be tried.
It dawned on me one day. I would never resort the laundry after she sorted it. Rearranging the dishes in the dishwasher was the same thing.
Yeah ...... I remember fuming about something one time. I have no memory at all of what it was - which indicates how trivial it was. But suddenly I asked myself, "what difference does it make?" And then I asked that question about more and more things, and realized how often it really didn't matter. And I suddenly realized that I wasn't nearly as tolerant and patient as I liked to think I was.At some point- usually after at least 20 years- one learns to VERY CAREFULLY pick your fights. Laundry sorting and dish washer loading chief among those to leave alone. Car travel routing (who chooses how to get anywhere) comes close.
Jim
Yeah ...... I remember fuming about something one time. I have no memory at all of what it was - which indicates how trivial it was. But suddenly I asked myself, "what difference does it make?" And then I asked that question about more and more things, and realized how often it really didn't matter. And I suddenly realized that I wasn't nearly as tolerant and patient as I liked to think I was.
Y'know, some arguments (oops) discussions on TUG fall into this category, too.Yeah ...... I remember fuming about something one time. I have no memory at all of what it was - which indicates how trivial it was. But suddenly I asked myself, "what difference does it make?" And then I asked that question about more and more things, and realized how often it really didn't matter. And I suddenly realized that I wasn't nearly as tolerant and patient as I liked to think I was.
I'll put in a quibble. It isn't just not giving a ****. It's looking at why you gave a **** in the first place, and using that to keep from making that mistake repeatedly.That my friend is an art. Its called the art of not giving a ****.
Bill
How do you know what a women really wants ??
Hey - it's in Scientific American. It must be true!How do you know what a women really wants ??![]()
When comedian Susan Prekel takes to the stage and spots an attractive man in the audience, her heart sinks. “By the end of my gig he's going to find me repulsive, at least as a sexual being,” she says.
In more than a decade of performing on the New York City comedy circuit, the attractive, tall brunette has been asked out only once after a show. But male comics get swarmed. “They do very well with women. I see it all the time,” Prekel says.
Comedians, it turns out, may simply be experiencing an extreme version of the typical romantic interplay between men and women. Although both genders consistently prefer a partner with a sense of humor, there is an intriguing discrepancy in how that preference plays out. Men want someone who will appreciate their jokes, and women want someone who makes them laugh. The complementary nature of these desires is no accident.
That is my Uncle from Maryland. LOL