A Few Random Things in Book One: The Not So Daily Briefs 2014
- June 5, 2014, 1:04 p.m.
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Interesting stuff lately....
On my way to work the other day, I was reflecting about how things have changed for me in the past few decades. Primarily- when I was in my teens; I wanted to be Harrison Ford. I wanted to be gruffly attractive, talented, and successful. When I moved into my twenties; I wanted to be Don Juan meets Bill Cosby. I wanted to be this super romantic, family-centric kind of guy. Now that I'm in my thirties? I want to be Lex Luthor. I want to be wealthy, powerful, and extremely intelligent. I don't know exactly what that says about me, but it is interesting.
Monday night, for some reason, my wife got ReAlLy drunk. Not irritating drunk, which is rare... it is rare for her to get really drunk and NOT fall into that irritating drunk stage... but Monday Night she got really drunk in the kind of way that finally allows her to be outside of her own head. The kind of drunk where she willingly has a conversation with me; where we can discuss things that actually matter; where we can talk about science, philosophy and the like. It was great except I wish we could have talks like that when she's sober and coherent. As an added bonus, her inebriated stage actually loosened her up enough to kiss me. We kissed a lot (it was nice). Of course, it was the Junior High kissing-- closed mouth, quick pecks on the lips... but a starving man shouldn't complain about bread crumbs.
The other night I had quite the nightmare. I know most people don't find other people's dreams interesting but... as I seem to still be having dreams about Aoife, I think I should catalogue them.
( In my dream, the Law School was trying to prepare us all for the bar exam by assessing our strengths and weaknesses. The examinations determined that the majority of law students were terrible at math. However, they pulled me aside for a special conversation about how low the scores were. Apparently, the discovered that I was mathematically retarded... genuinely. I failed to grasp mathematic principles beyond that of a third grader. Their solution? Send me to Fairview Elementary for the last hour of their school day in order to join in on the student's math classes. As embarrassing as the thought was, actually sitting in the elementary school with all of those little kids was more embarrassing. The teacher was about my age, too, which made the whole thing worse. I felt a great deal of shame. The class ended and the teacher and I walked out of the classroom together and both got into a brown 4-door vehicle. The teacher was discussing the fact that I was struggling with 3rd Grade Math concepts, much to my embarrassment, when the driver of the vehicle turned around:: It was Aoife! In real life and in dream, I've never felt more embarrassed and ashamed. It pushed me over the edge and caused me to lead a violent revolution against the law school for treating the mathematically challenged so despicably. )
As for the rest of the week? There were tornado and flash flood warnings all night on Tuesday, so I didn't go to Pub Quiz. Ironically, half the team didn't show up for the same or different reasons. However, tonight Pub Quiz has their monthly Movie Specific Quiz. Our team always gets first place in General Pub Quiz, but usually we only place in Movie Quiz. We'll see how we do tonight. All things considered, I may go ahead and see if I can't make part of the fantasy come true... I know there won't be a lot of "heartfelt conversation" tonight... but I may get my drink on and probably ask Shawn a very personal question. You see, Shawn is recently-ish divorced... I wonder if he went to a marriage counselor before they called it quits. If he did- I may ask him which one he went to, just because- we need one and I am willing to try almost anybody now.
Part of our needing one comes out of some more dichotomy from the wife... one of her go-to responses for why our relationship is where it is? She feels "too fat" to be physically intimate... because she says, specifically, the idea of fat people having sex disgusts her- even if she is one of those people. Now, she isn't fat. She may be 20 lbs over what she wants to be; but she isn't fat. She considers herself too fat for intimacy, though, so we're "eating healthier". I always think if she sticks to eating healthier and exercising, then that means she genuinely wants our marriage to get better. Well, she ate an entire box of PopTarts as a "midnight snack." We had bananas, cashews, cherry tomatoes, green beans, peas, leftover salad.... she ate a full box of PopTarts. Again- I wouldn't care about this at all if it didn't seem like such an active step towards keeping our relationship strained.
That's about all I have for now. Hopefully, Pub Quiz goes well tonight!!
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