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Post by RickW on Sept 13, 2018 12:39:53 GMT -5
I know your pain. Of the four women in my family, middeldottir says almost nothing. The rest...... and then I get accused of not paying attention. Because, in the middle of a monologue, they tell me something I need to know, and at that point, mentally I’m slumped over and drooling. This all started when i said i almost hit a deer in Iowa last weekend. Then she said it just happened to her, and HAS TO start at the beginning and work her way up to it. She's a linear thinker. Me, I work in layers of understanding. Big picture to details. I also understand that no one is interested in my entire day leading up to X, or the lives of the people who are peripheral to the story but had nothing to do with it except to be there. So, the interesting part is that she almost hit a deer and why. That’s all that needs to be told. Then, as you said, add on details, providing they actually pertain to the topic. My youngest is a bright young lady, but young is still the operative word. She can carry on a conversation, but does terribly in groups. We’ll all be at the dinner table, discussing something, and she’ll pipe up in the middle of it about something completely different. She then gets grumpy when we don’t continue.
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Post by Phil N. Theblank on Sept 13, 2018 21:26:14 GMT -5
My wife said "Are you even listening to me?"
and I thought, um, that's a strange way to start a conversation.
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Post by xyrn on Sept 13, 2018 23:30:40 GMT -5
The other day my wife asked me to zip down to the grocer and buy one gallon of 2% milk, oh and if they have onions buy six.
She was in luck, they have a great produce section, I spotted at least three varieties of onion.
Now my wife is pissed at me because we have six gallons of milk in the fridge.
I'll never understand women. . .
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