well, yesterday was fun.
okay, okay. fine. since yesterday i got a text from a friend that said, “you suck”, in regards to the post, today we’ll lighten it up some. but tomorrow, i’m hitting y’all with a Part 2 for “i can’t love me, so i can’t love you”.
so without further heavy subject matter, here ya go:
ladies, don’t kill me. but we totally do this. Dr. Emerson Eggerichs, of Love and Respect fame, calls it spider webbing. it can take us a good 10 minutes of talking to ask our men to buy light bulbs. why? because we will tell them the entire thought process we went through to remember we need light bulbs.
it goes something like:
wife: hey hon, i was at Dollar Tree and you’ll never guess who i ran into. Karen! yes, you know who she is. her husband was at that party you really didn’t want to go to and you asked him where the bathroom was. you remember, right? anyway, she was telling me that her son is playing soccer, not very well, he’s only 4, but she was saying that her husband has started working with him on ball control. short kicks and what not. well that gave me an idea to start doing that with our boy. not the soccer thing, but just giving him simple instructions to help him accomplish bigger things like his homework and chores and stuff. it was like a light went on over my head; which is what reminded me we need light bulbs. 60 watt. so what do you think?
poor man has no idea that she asked him to do anything, let alone buy light bulbs, or what she’s asking him about at the end.
but guys, you are so not off the hook. some of you are talkers, too. i have a friend who can carry the entire conversation himself. he and i use to carpool and i would read a book and grunt every couple of minutes while he talked. you heard me. i. read. a. book.
ladies, get to the point. if you need light bulbs. just ask for light bulbs. if they are GE Soft White 60 Watt light bulbs, write it down or text it to him, otherwise he’s coming home with whatever will instantly blind you when you flip the switch.
guys, try to be aware that two people are suppose to be in a conversation and allow room for a response.
guys, how much do you love the “spider webbing?”
have any of you ever met someone like my friend who really didn’t need anything other than another body, alive or dead, to have a conversation with?