I remembered today that I want a refrigerator tackle box to cram with readily-available foodstuffs to make meal preparation simpler.
I remembered today that I want a refrigerator tackle box to cram with readily-available foodstuffs to make meal preparation simpler.
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"
I hate to stereotype but you're describing female shoppers to a T. Like me, for instance. I will stand there in front of a lipgloss display for 15 minutes decaying color and price and minutiae before deciding to give up because I can't make up my mind whether to get raspberry or lean more towards fuchsia lipgloss![]()
F 28/5'4/100 lbs
"I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath; do your research."
You just have to be okay with being yelled at/disapproved of. I've been married 5 years and I just bought a Rainbow Dash My Little Pony. I used to be an aquarium hoarder but I'm too busy at work. My wife is so budget-driven that we don't live - so she can't blame me when I snap and buy stupid things every now and then. So I walk in the door, look her in the eyes, and say, "Look what I bought!" smiling. She doesn't get as mad as she used to. So don't give up. Even if you can't go all-out on a new interest or hobby, you can still enjoy the sillier things in life and enjoy the hobbies you had before marriage. I still have my guitars and a few aquariums. She was SO obsessed with hating my fish it was unbearable, so I finally did get rid of most of them, but still have one tank in memory of my dead passion. So I guess what I'm saying is, you'll have to get used to this slavery and let most of your passions die, throw away the dreams you have of being an awesome hang-glider, regular bicyclist or active member of any club or group of any kind. But, in return, your wife can't be too upset when you snap and buy stupid crap, because it's her fault you're dead inside and she's going to have to own up to having permanently killed your every last bit of passion and ability to express yourself or enjoy life in any meaningful way.
Coconut Soldier
Breadless Pasta
My girlfriend is the same way. Not just with purchases, but, like, everything. When it comes to things like where we're going out to eat, what's going on the grocery list, what we're doing with our day off together, etc. I have no choice but to be Mr. Asshole and say "we're going hiking and getting kebabs, end of discussion." I've tried to resist it and encourage her to be a proactive decision-maker, but to no avail. She'll either waffle until the sun goes down, or get mad at me for not making a decision.
I tried to find a way to word this without insulting you, but there's not really any way around that. OP in all seriousness I think you may have a testosterone issue, assuming you haven't already looked into that. Lack of confidence in decision making seems to be a very feminine trait (whether patriarchal social engineering or genetics, obviously I can't say for sure), and I've noticed my confidence has increased in direct correlation with improvement in other areas like physique and libido as a result of diet & exercise.
“The whole concept of a macronutrient, like that of a calorie, is determining our language game in such a way that the conversation is not making sense." - Dr. Kurt Harris
lol what?
I have no lack of confidence in decision-making, just less desires than when growing up.
I actually think "decisiveness" is a feminine trait though. When I feel manliest is when I don't give a fuck and am content to laugh at the evidently very important achievements of the trying-hard, furrowed brow types.
lol wow people are taking this way incorrectly. I guess that is my fault for not effectively communicating.She was SO obsessed with hating my fish it was unbearable, so I finally did get rid of most of them, but still have one tank in memory of my dead passion. So I guess what I'm saying is, you'll have to get used to this slavery and let most of your passions die,
I am not "losing passions" or enslaved...unless you consider like, trolling EBay for replica daggers and tapestries a passion. I don't do that shit anymore.
I think it has a lot to do also with just totally forgetting my single-life identity. Now it seems so long ago that I have trouble recalling it or relating to past decisions, but when I reflect upon it, I would note that really I have always lacked in the covetousness materialist department- until I had to worry about my wife's comfort and status my apartment was minimally furnished and I slept on a pile of blankets on the floor for example.
well I quite enjoy that ass thrice daily- again, I am not without passion...throw away the dreams you have of being an awesome hang-glider, regular bicyclist or active member of any club or group of any kind. But, in return, your wife can't be too upset when you snap and buy stupid crap, because it's her fault you're dead inside and she's going to have to own up to having permanently killed your every last bit of passion and ability to express yourself or enjoy life in any meaningful way.
lol I just didn't know what to buy myself with this gift card.
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"