Acting like an Idiot, Sensitivity, and Marriage = Adoption.
1. Have you ever acted like an idiot cause you were sort of upset about something? And realized it about half-way through the event? At some point where you could sort of decide if you were just gonna go with it or if you were going to immediately reel it in and fess up to acting stupid?
And then you realize that it’s sort of incredible that you’re contemplating consciously acting like an idiot as a viable alternative to not acting like an idiot?
Ridiculous, thy name is Random.
2. I took Besos to brunch and then to see Whip It. It wasn’t exactly a chick flick, per se, but if asked, I’m going to claim that I’ve met my sensitivity quotient for the week.
3. I’m pretty convinced that marriage is just a higher form of adoption. The woman ends up with a ’starter kid’ – a husband, before bustin’ out with the real thing. Like easing your way into a swimming pool.
Instead of asking, “Will you marry me?” maybe men should ask, “Will you adopt me and take me home?”
But what the hell do I know?
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
October 18th, 2009 at 10:44 pm
1. *still shaking my head* You do know that you might never get adopted if you keep doing that?
October 19th, 2009 at 12:25 am
I almost saw Whip It today, thanks to you mentioning it here.
But then then I found out about the Arabic Film Festival and saw a foreign film instead, as it was the last day of the festival.
Oh, and thanks to you, I will be buying a Neti Pot as I am starting to get sick.
Different people have different views about marriage. You’ll just have to decide what’s right for you and act accordingly.
It doesn’t matter what you think you should feel, if you go by that you are just kidding yourself and will end up with resentment.
But then again, what do I know ?
October 19th, 2009 at 4:15 am
You know, the difference is, at least with kids, they *eventually* grow up.
heh.
October 19th, 2009 at 6:40 am
1. Think twice.
2. Think three times.
3. Idiocy is underrated.
4. Chick flicks are underrated.
5. Adoption isn’t always the appropriate metaphor for marriage.
6. Martial arts. Uh. Films, of course.
October 19th, 2009 at 6:59 am
@debra – that cracked me up.
@Sandra – Sometimes I think you are almost as literal as I am. I don’t say things literally but I interpret them that way.
October 19th, 2009 at 7:02 am
@MommaSunshine – Yeah, the only thing some husbands do that is grown up is move out. And that’s because they misunderstood the whole marriage thing. (Being very tongue-in-cheek here.)
@BigLittleWolf – Chick Flicks probably are underrated. I’m trying to think of a good chick flick. I’d go with Terms of Endearment. But that might be just because I really liked the piano music.
October 19th, 2009 at 7:29 am
Random, and that is why I ended up in the legal field.
October 19th, 2009 at 8:39 am
In many cases, thats it in a nutshell.
Maybe marriage is overrated.
October 19th, 2009 at 7:20 pm
1. Usually when I’m acting like an idiot, I’m alone in the car, in the middle of the night so no one is around to witness it. Thank goodness for that.
2. You need a higher sensitivity quotient.
3. Marriage is worse than adoption. Husbands require much more maintenance than babies…even teenagers.
I don’t think Terms of Endearment is a chick flick…
October 20th, 2009 at 10:37 am
I agree with MommaSunshine, they don’t grow up but they do grow out.
October 20th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
“I’m pretty convinced that marriage is just a higher form of adoption. The woman ends up with a ’starter kid’ – a husband, before bustin’ out with the real thing. Like easing your way into a swimming pool.”
I love this. And it might just be true. It’s all fun and games and Pinot Grigio until the kiddos arrive. Then it’s hello, swimming pool!
October 20th, 2009 at 5:31 pm
@Mindy – heh. How did I know you’d feel that way?
@Bobbi-Janay – It isn’t? Huh. I thought it was.
@Aidan Donnelley Rowley – What timing. I was just reading the TSA story and working on a response on your blog. I got a dog for my starter kid. I eased my way into the kiddie pool.