"You should've been a lawyer"
I get that a lot. Often from my wife, or my mother. I used to get it from my dad, but he doesn't say much anymore; though I try to get his opinions on things when I think about visiting his grave*. And I'm sure that people I work with sometimes think to themselves "Shithouse lawyer", when I lay some of my oh-so-reasoned-logical arguments upon them.
I say a lot of that with tongue firmly in cheek of course. Because I shouldn't have been, and they do, and no they really are not. Answered and commented in order with reference to the above.
I should be a lawyer, for about the first three minutes of a conflict; whether it be a debate, discussion, argument, whatever. After that, I start to wonder why I'm there, and what all the fuss was about.
But by then, I've said things I have to stick with now. Why? Pride? Not sure. But I try to. Often for as much as five minutes more. By which time I've mentally thrown in the towel. Fuck it. Because few things are worth the kind of effort it takes to maintain a logical repartee in debate for that long. We are talking upwards of 8 minutes here, people!
I try not to do it anymore really.
I'd go on about this as I have about things in the past, but to be honest, I'm feeling too down about the latest of such incidents last night. After the other person really only showed concern for me on a certain subject, that I did not want to discuss; I got defensive, I got dicky, and after an appropriate amount of defensive offense, which hurt the other person's feelings; I disengaged.
Because. Effort. Fuck it.
If an argument isn't even worth it to me to finish, I should probably start to preemptively stop myself from starting it. I think I'd be better off in the long run.
The only question is: Will my wife get sick of my bullshit, before I stop?
Cheers
To being a complete fool, apparently.
*Me thinking of visiting my dad's grave, consists of me driving right by where he is buried. Probably only about 75 yards away. Twice a day, every day that I work. When I'm feeling emotionally peckish, I will think thoughts of him and his morals and opinions as I go by. But never stop.
And the answer to that why, would take a much longer separate post. And just not today, thanks.
Oh, but I did visit my Grandparent's grave a week or so ago. My Mom's mom and dad. They are down in Saginaw, in a Mausoleum. A place which reminds me of Hellraiser, and gave me bad dreams. I miss them though, and I plan on going back to leave some pictures of them on the wall next to their names, as we saw a lot of the other one's had. 1980 was so very long ago.
I get that a lot. Often from my wife, or my mother. I used to get it from my dad, but he doesn't say much anymore; though I try to get his opinions on things when I think about visiting his grave*. And I'm sure that people I work with sometimes think to themselves "Shithouse lawyer", when I lay some of my oh-so-reasoned-logical arguments upon them.
I say a lot of that with tongue firmly in cheek of course. Because I shouldn't have been, and they do, and no they really are not. Answered and commented in order with reference to the above.
I should be a lawyer, for about the first three minutes of a conflict; whether it be a debate, discussion, argument, whatever. After that, I start to wonder why I'm there, and what all the fuss was about.
But by then, I've said things I have to stick with now. Why? Pride? Not sure. But I try to. Often for as much as five minutes more. By which time I've mentally thrown in the towel. Fuck it. Because few things are worth the kind of effort it takes to maintain a logical repartee in debate for that long. We are talking upwards of 8 minutes here, people!
I try not to do it anymore really.
I'd go on about this as I have about things in the past, but to be honest, I'm feeling too down about the latest of such incidents last night. After the other person really only showed concern for me on a certain subject, that I did not want to discuss; I got defensive, I got dicky, and after an appropriate amount of defensive offense, which hurt the other person's feelings; I disengaged.
Because. Effort. Fuck it.
If an argument isn't even worth it to me to finish, I should probably start to preemptively stop myself from starting it. I think I'd be better off in the long run.
The only question is: Will my wife get sick of my bullshit, before I stop?
Cheers
To being a complete fool, apparently.
*Me thinking of visiting my dad's grave, consists of me driving right by where he is buried. Probably only about 75 yards away. Twice a day, every day that I work. When I'm feeling emotionally peckish, I will think thoughts of him and his morals and opinions as I go by. But never stop.
And the answer to that why, would take a much longer separate post. And just not today, thanks.
Oh, but I did visit my Grandparent's grave a week or so ago. My Mom's mom and dad. They are down in Saginaw, in a Mausoleum. A place which reminds me of Hellraiser, and gave me bad dreams. I miss them though, and I plan on going back to leave some pictures of them on the wall next to their names, as we saw a lot of the other one's had. 1980 was so very long ago.
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