These liaisons can work. I am off to Provence next week to visit my American niece. She is American because my wife's younger sister, who was a nurse, married an Indian doctor. They emigrated to America, had 4children, and are still together nearly 50 years later. The daughter, our niece, married a Frenchman 15 years ago, which completes the story.
But in the infidelity cases the old saw applies. "What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over" So discretion is the better part of valour.
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
Ramadan made ME irritable when travelling in Muslim countries. The normal hours of operation for tourist attractions were completely rearranged to accommodate the listless, starving fast observants, so we had no choice but to cool our heels for the unexpected hours-long midday siesta.
That's funny - almost everything in my kitchen yesterday was screaming, "EAT ME!!!" Luckily (or probably not) there's nothing left to scream at me today... Why does eating correctly have to be so fucking hard???
I am so thankful that even if there were real magic in the world I wouldn't be trusted with it...the men with the leaf blowers would be eunuchs and the men who own the businesses would discover all their children weren't really theirs.
What is the most irritating after the noise is the fact the gas powered ones are against the law and they still use them. The law is toothless...
But there probably isn't, and I'm not so I content myself with wishing (someone) that everything they've ever wanted come to them all at one time. It's not a curse, it's well-wishing...they'd just have to deal with the 'everything at one time'. It also reminds me not to want much and be satisfied with what I have. Just in case.
and about the original post....I used to talk to myself in French so I could practice and it made it a more personal conversation. Unfortunately the French speaking side of me disappears (a very wise person) when I'm in a bad mood...then it's the Italian swear words I learned when I worked in an Italian restaurant in San Francisco (from a Sicilian co-worker).
I always assumed that the nasty inner voice inside my head belonged to my father, who criticized absolutely everything that anyone did or said, but was particularly harsh where I was concerned.
But when I got married, my husband's voice quickly took over the job. Now that there is a great big océan between us, this nasty little voice only gets into my head when we are forced to communicate by telephone. I've heard that we end up marrying either one or both of our parents. I don't know why this is true - you would think that people would try to do the opposite, or at least choose someone a little different...
I didn't know that gas-powered leaf blowers were against the law. You are amidst a nest of blower-haters here, Gabriele, if that's any consolation. It is so admirable that you try to be responsible with your imaginary magic!
Chexbres, we probably do it because we think it's what we deserve.
I had an appointment this morning and later stopped by the grocery store. It was a day and time different from my normal routine. By the time I got to the check-out aisle my nasty inner voice was screaming at me, "Do not shop at this time ever again. This is when the bat shit crazy bitchy people shop!"
I had encountered two old "friends" on different aisles within one short visit. It was more than I could stand!
I had already run into one of the women last week at the pharmacy where she cornered me and proceeded to recite all the horrors that could happen during my upcoming travels because she is an "expert." In her own mind, maybe.
Today, I saw her first. As I smiled and made a dash for the cashier, I heard her say, "Wow! For someone leaving on a trip, you sure have a lot of groceries in your cart."
Bitter. Negative. Bitch. I've always felt sorry for her husband. He's a very nice man.
Chexbres, I've known this woman almost all my adult life, and most of the time she's seemed miserable. She's always very critical of others in a very passive aggressive way and seems to have a solution for everyone else's problems. Our youngest children are the same age and we spent a lot of time "trading off" when the girls were little. When I divorced she gravitated to the "other side," which was no big loss for me. I rarely see her now, but the occasional sightings in the grocery store are enough to cause my inner voice to rattle off some nasty thoughts! It's one of the negatives to living in a relatively small town, I suppose.
htmb - oddly enough, the same thing happens to me in Paris. It's either the former gardienne, my former cleaning lady, the two ancient women who walk their dogs...they always find me and manage to torment me psychologically. These people must have radar.
I find myself at the supermarket more and more often at the beginning of the day, a time which seems to be reserved for shoppers over the age of 70, so I feel like a naughty child competing with them. My nasty inner voice goes into overdrive watching these people or having to stand behind them in the queue.
"Hey old lady! If you weren't busy soaking your urinary pad, you might notice that the conveyor belt is empty and you can put your stuff on it!" "Why are you examining the 15 kinds of ketchup? Your taste buds died ten years ago!" "Get out of my way or I'll kick that cane from under you!"
I would probably be arrested if there were mind-reading police.
Post by cheerypeabrain on Dec 16, 2018 16:25:59 GMT
I'm very good at muttering darkly when I'm cross. You know the sort of thing...when your partner asks "what did you say?" ...and you glower and grunt "nothing!" because to be truthful...it really IS nothing, you've just got a crab on...
I have a bad habit in shouting at other drivers, especially the ditherer ahead. Of which we get a lot about here, we are in Silly Suffolk after all and Ipswich is the capital. opefully there are no Ipswich people reading this
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
Kerouac last post made me thong of a younger self who obeyed his inner voice when in a supermarket. 19 30 and long queues and 2 El Eder liés - really old - complaining about everything and the fact they they had to weir in line. So my inner voice told them they would wait less if they shopped at times when people like me were working. They looked down upon me and told me they deserved respect because they were old and I was not. That us when my inner voice really got the better of me and I heard mysrld say they surely had less time to live than I. And that they would surely not be missed if they didn't try to be nice. A good memory after all.
Respect us not something granted but has to be deserved regardless of age says my daughter inner voice.
I have just discovered this thread. OMG ! Is that a tsunami of early coronaries heading your way? My former husband owned and drove taxis most of his life and I got to hear his patter towards other drivers. He referred to other annoying drivers as Mother or Father, and chide them "come on, Mother, the traffic light doesn't get any greener" "That's it, Father, choose a lane...any lane" " You are looking for the accelerator, Luv, the pedal far right" "Select first gear and a w aaay we go" " It's a steep hill, pull another cog and we'll make it to the top" *change to lower gear
I've heard that Ozzies are more laid back as a culture. We still have incidents of road rage and 'flipping the bird' but our worst traffic curses go to the Government for the poorly planned roadworks that cause long hold-ups and angry inner voices.
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