It’s Like Looking In An Old Mirror

When asked why I believed that someone I didn’t know well was an uncaring jerk, my response was, “As a former uncaring jerk myself, I can still recognize the signs.”

It Doesn’t Have To Make Sense If They Never Think About It

Remember, for cognitive dissonance to occur, there first must be cognition.

– My response in a personal correspondence to a friend marveling at someone holding two diametrically opposite political stances at the same time.

Which Means I’m Running Out Of Time

Letting go of things isn’t my strong suit, and given how bad I am at it now, sometimes it frightens me how much better I am at it these days than in years past. My current goal is to actually be decent at letting things go before my son hits his official teenager years.

This Knowledge Is Also Helping Him To Understand Current Events As Well

One thing my son is starting to learn from history is how often it has been said, “How dare somebody do to us what we did to other people!”.

I Just Wish I Hadn’t Had To Realize That More Than Once

I’m happy to say that I haven’t been in a relationship that required this thought for quite some time now, but I still remember the day I first realized that my wrongs don’t make somebody else’s wrongs right.

Well . . . If You SAY So, I Guess . . .

Much like Wonko the Sane who feared for the world’s sanity after discovering a set of detailed instructions on toothpicks, I fear for any world where a warning label like “Do not use this product if you’ve had a life threatening allergic reaction to this product in the past” is considered necessary.

It’s On Par With Giving Your Spouse A Nice Set Of Dishtowels

For those of you who just have to know the mystery gift I referred to yesterday, suffice to say that one should never make of gift of cookware to someone who doesn’t love cooking, even (and especially if) you try to explain the gift by saying, “but you’re such a fabulous cook . . .”.

Consider This A Binding Promise

Look, I’m tough to buy for, I know this. So yesterday when L’s Mother announced that my Valentine’s Day gift had arrived and that I should open it now, I felt a certain amount of trepidation.

What it was isn’t important. What is important is that it turned out to be the most thoughtful gift I have ever received . . . because after giving it some thought I will from this point forward forevermore provide L’s Mother with a list of things I would actually consider a good gift for me.

The Funny Thing About A Vice

You can be better off without it; you can be perfectly aware that you are happier without it, but there are times that you are still going to miss it.

Today’s Advice For My Son

Don’t ever believe it when you are told that stupidity is incurable, son. Stupidity can be cured, it’s just that the cure has to be self-administered.