I am an advice column junkie. I just adore them. Maybe I like to know there are people who have more problems than I do. Or that maybe having friends isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, anyway. Whenever I had friends, they all had crazy rules that they never told me about. I had to guess. Then people would get angry when I didn’t ‘know’. Like this one friend who was really sensitive about talking about her family. My dad had a mild stroke a few years ago, and, coincidentally, hers had one a day later. She didn’t ask about my dad, so I took this as a signal she didn’t want to discuss it. Well, you guessed it. She flew into a rage a few weeks later about how I never ask about her family. Well, she never asks about mine, either, I thought we were setting a tone? Ugh.
Then, of course, having to be informed two childhood friends aren’t speaking to me. It occurred to me the other day: Are there more? 🤣 how do you decide to no longer speak to a person you never interact with. Boggles me. I really want an explanation of the evolution of this. Because it’s so…
Anyway, reading Dear Prudence, which I pay for the Plus membership at Slate, because I love it. I saw this article and I had to share.
And you can also see I’ve been shopping for slipper socks, they are inexplicably called reading socks now. If you are in Canada, indigo has some for $5. Last year’s sherpas! Fuzzy! We are also supposed to trade in our 2014 minivan. Wtf ? Our prior car was an 88 Caprice Classic. This trade in every 3 year garbage? No way. Plus, hubby is 6’5″ when he gets comfy, he stays put. He also only drives it on weekends to Wal-Mart and the grocery store.
He’s snoring away with dental floss in his mouth! Aww!
Goodnight all! 💜