so i says to mabel i says
I had a lovely time in rural south Jersey on Friday night. Went out to dinner with my friends D&T, talked a little bit about board games, one of their friends came over then we headed out to do some ghost hunting.
In this case, ghost hunting being a nighttime stroll through a graveyard. I told them about the concept of sasha and zamani, in addition to a new theory regarding the paranormal where paranormal phenomena is adversely affected by electric gadgets. As more cell phones fall into the hands of regular people, the opportunity to capture evidence has never been better but nobody's seeing shit. Therefore, gadgets, electromagnetic waves, and radio dispel ghosts and such.
Back at their place,, we played 80's Trivial Pursuit before heading to bed.
Coming back in the morning, I got lost because Waze is stupid but I didn't mind it. I was thankful my wife wasn't with me because it was nice driving through the overcast, hazy weather and looking at the nigh-luminous grass. I felt at peace, I felt in control rather than being driven by some crazy person who's a bit too liberal with the riding crop.
I was relaxed.
All that was erased upon arriving home. Interrogation began over the situation with getting car repairs. The repairs are minimal and won't make nor break us. I performed my obligatory acts of servitude with my mouth shut. Got bossed around, then belittled when my wife made a point of loudly complimenting her sister on various services which I can not complete to my wife's satisfaction. And when attempts are made to correct me, they always seem phrased with condemnation of my character and intelligence.
Let's get Freudian here. If I am incapable of pleasing my wife in this fashion, how can I please her in other ways? How could I derive pleasure from pleasing her? My entire fucking life, nowadays, magnifies my anticipation behavior to keep the peace. It doesn't make life fun nor enjoyable, but I do find satisfaction in doing chores for the sake of them.
I'm tired. I want to go to Colorado. I don't want to talk to my wife. I need to reassess my life.
In this case, ghost hunting being a nighttime stroll through a graveyard. I told them about the concept of sasha and zamani, in addition to a new theory regarding the paranormal where paranormal phenomena is adversely affected by electric gadgets. As more cell phones fall into the hands of regular people, the opportunity to capture evidence has never been better but nobody's seeing shit. Therefore, gadgets, electromagnetic waves, and radio dispel ghosts and such.
Back at their place,, we played 80's Trivial Pursuit before heading to bed.
Coming back in the morning, I got lost because Waze is stupid but I didn't mind it. I was thankful my wife wasn't with me because it was nice driving through the overcast, hazy weather and looking at the nigh-luminous grass. I felt at peace, I felt in control rather than being driven by some crazy person who's a bit too liberal with the riding crop.
I was relaxed.
All that was erased upon arriving home. Interrogation began over the situation with getting car repairs. The repairs are minimal and won't make nor break us. I performed my obligatory acts of servitude with my mouth shut. Got bossed around, then belittled when my wife made a point of loudly complimenting her sister on various services which I can not complete to my wife's satisfaction. And when attempts are made to correct me, they always seem phrased with condemnation of my character and intelligence.
Let's get Freudian here. If I am incapable of pleasing my wife in this fashion, how can I please her in other ways? How could I derive pleasure from pleasing her? My entire fucking life, nowadays, magnifies my anticipation behavior to keep the peace. It doesn't make life fun nor enjoyable, but I do find satisfaction in doing chores for the sake of them.
I'm tired. I want to go to Colorado. I don't want to talk to my wife. I need to reassess my life.