Crazy, Right?

The ironic thing about some people believing that I “must be crazy” just because I don’t fully agree (or even agree at all) with them on something is that I consider not agreeing with people like that a positive indicator of sanity.

Credit Where Credit Is Due

Yesterday’s post was inspired by me overhearing someone saying, “Now that I’ve started dating girls, I understand my guy friends so much better now!” and me thinking, “Yeah, that would do it.”

Admittedly, Walking A Mile In Their Shoes Might Be Less Awkward

If you really want to understand someone’s attitude toward love and dating, try dating the people that they’ve dated.

It’s Just Taking Me A REALLY Long Time

As a quick follow-up to Friday’s post, I just wanted to add that I like to think that I’ve at least graduated to “caring jerk” status, but I’m aware that some opinions out there differ, and while I appreciate the assumptions out there that L’s Mother was the catalyst for my attempted change, the truth is I started trying to change this before I met her.

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.

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!”.

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.

So Stop Taking The Easy Way Out

I admit that I have a little bit of trouble dealing with people who decide that they don’t like me without even getting to know me first. I mean, I have lots of bad qualities to dislike, and it’s not going to take you that long to find one if you just put in a little effort.

More Than Earned It, In Fact

For three days or so now people have been talking about how an old northerner dressed warmly because it was cold.

Oh, what the heck . . . enjoy. I think we’ve all earned some boring news for a change.

It’d Been A Different Story If I’d Been Thirteen! (I Still Miss You, Buddy.)

I’m not exactly sure why, but I found myself thinking about my cousin Jimmy this morning. He passed some years before the birth of my son, but I still remember Jimmy as being my fun (if occasionally jerky) older cousin, and wanted to honor him appropriately.

Hey, Jimmy! Remember when you were so proud of yourself when you beat me at Clue? I just want to say that the reason you beat me is the same reason that I didn’t steal your college-bound girlfriend away from you . . . because I was twelve!