panacea \pan-uh-SEE-uh\, noun:
A remedy for all diseases, problems, or evils; a universal medicine; a cure-all.
I am happy to report that I have found a panacea for the disorganizational mess I sometimes refer to as my life. It's called a PDA, better known as the Palm TX. I have been scouring websites, reading reviews and asking friends for recommendations for approximately 4 months now, in search of the perfect PDA, one that would not only organize my exceptionally busy schedule, but would also act as a second brain -- one with a larger memory chip, a speedier processor and more hard drive space than the original. But I also needed something that would indicate, with no extra effort on my part, that something of importance was about to occur so I could quickly recall what that something was and still make it there on time. I believe I have found just the right one. If it crashes or refuses to turn on one day I'll know I expected too much.
I'm also in the market for a heating device of some sort - preferably in the form of a male - that will make sleeping (seriously just sleeping) a more enjoyable activity. If you haven't noticed, the &@#^$ groundhog was right and we're in for more cold weather. 30 degrees outside means I wake up every hour every night freezing to death, despite the socks and sweatpants I am already forced to wear, and in spite of the three blankets that are heaped on my bed. I realize that a husband would work best in this role, but since finding one of those is a feat second in complexity only to standing in a pit of fire without bursting into flames, I'll settle for any man who has an internal heater set to a temperature far exceeding my own. And it would help if he was also insanely attractive, but I don't want to ask too much.
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I'm always burning up and can never be cool enough. I would make a terrible husband or boyfriend, though. I'm not very attentive and miss all the verbal and non- verbal cues women use. I'm un-romantic and forget important dates. I guzzle out of the carton, with the fridge door open. I never ask for directions. At least my mother thinks I'm attractive, so I got that going for me. :-)
Chris P
Well, now you know about Chris. Don't worry, Chris, I'm in the same boat: I'm too attentive and expect guys to take all my verbal and non-verbal cues. I'm romantic and remember important dates. And I *also* drink milk out of the carton with the fridge door open.
The thing is, I'm trying to just accept that guys are like that and let it go. But it's incredibly hard to do that without losing some respect for the guy. It's like dealing with a retarded child: okay, I accept that there are some things they simply cannot do, but neither do they expect to be treated as fully atonomous individuals, so it doesn't matter.
Maybe guys think of girls the same way, kinda: "I could beat you to a pulp and you still expect to be treated as a full-fledged human being? Okay, but don't expect me to remember your birthday." Who knows. Certainly not guys. They're either not introspective at all or waaaaaaay too introspective.
You've got it all wrong quatro. Guys are not too introspective, they are too self-involved. Everything revolves around one person and that person is not you.
They're also too worried about their home theater to remember your birthday. I mean, which is more important really?
Okay, not ALL guys. No blanket statement there. I'm sure there is ONE man in the world who doesn't drink from the carton. Please?
The difference is quarto, I think I am all those things and I am not.
Guys aren't self- involved, I think it's more of an expectation thing. What do you expect of your mate versus what he expects of you. They may be two different things. A close friend once said that a woman is either supporting you or undermining you. The same would apply to either side of any relationship. Maybe that's too black and white, but when you get right down to it, how are your wants/needs/desires being served by the relationship- and is it a relationship that's getting you closer to where you want to be. It may be better to just buck up and buy the ceramic space heater at Target. At least it'll never leave the seat up.
Chris P
Yep, I'll just purchase the heater at Target. All this talk of expectations is making me whoozee.
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