As I looked in my rear view mirror, I could see a lady in the minivan motioning for me to move into what she obviously thought was a turning lane. It wasn’t. I had a double yellow line, and if I’d moved into the lane she was suggesting, I might have been in the path of oncoming traffic.
I quickly responded by glaring into the rear view mirror and giving this lady my best “Look lady, I’m following the laws of the road. If you don’t like waiting on me to turn, why don’t you just go around?” face. Somehow I don’t think she got the message. She responded with her best “You’re an idiot” face.
This, of course, happened within the span of just a few seconds. Very quickly, the cross lane cleared and I was able to turn into the parking lot and park.
What surprised me was how hard it was to let those few seconds go. What if that lady did think I was an idiot? I thought.
“Forgive and forget” may be one of the most unfortunate phrases that has somehow seeped into our cultural dialogue. It makes forgiving someone a very difficult (and potentially risky) task. It asks the person who was harmed or betrayed to somehow make believe that one of the most terrible moments in their life didn’t happen. In essence, to “forgive and forget” means that the offended party should somehow mentally undo the damage the other person has done. Not only is this virtually impossible, it is unwise. Read More
An hour later, you wake up mid-procedure. You’re in intense pain and you expect the surgeon to do something about it… right now. You scream at him to do something.
Oblivious, and holding your spleen in his hands, he responds: “Gee, I don’t think you’re really awake.” Read More
She asks her dad if she can have the ice cream sandwich. He, not being quite as aware of the potential nutritional apocalypse, and trying not to be distracted from the play action, says yes. Read More
Hours later you’re watching one of your favorite shows, having completely forgotten your promise to contribute to the household chores and you hear the ominous sound of the vacuum cleaner turning on. You also hear the theme song from Jaws at the same time—but that might just be in your head.
You jump up and head for the dishwasher… at least if you stack that quickly, you will have kept 50% of your promise. But, alas, she has stacked it already. Oh yeah; she’s that good.
You know that there will be some tension now because of this. “You aren’t helping”… whatever that means. Read More
I know that we’ve all gone security crazy over the past couple of decades, and it’s quite possible you’re thinking I’m nuts to suggest married couples share their account info. But security and privacy are two different things. If a person tells me that they aren’t sharing their internet accounts with their spouse because they have reason to believe their spouse will harm them in some way, that makes sense. You need to be safe.
But when a person tells me that they aren’t giving their spouse access to their Facebook account because they deserve their privacy, I’m calling a flag on the play. Read More