I love my wife and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
Feels both empowering and frustrating to know I exist in two places at once - flesh me and the one that exists in my wife’s head. And yes, she certainly has conversations with ephemeral me and assumes flesh me was a part of the discussion. I don’t mind hearing the positive things ephemeral me has said on my behalf, it’s the negative stuff that flesh me knows better to keep shut about that ephemeral me says that is confounding.
Or perhaps both versions of me is just living as a simulation in my wife’s head, on more than one channel/bandwidth. That probably makes more sense actually.
I love my wife and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
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Originally Posted by
frorider
Most couples I know text each other while at work etc, so much of the time there is in fact a written record. Hell even if I’m in the next room she’ll text
We give each other shit about this. It’s called the plugboots “do it now” principal. If you think about it, do it now, or you’re gonna forget and there’s gonna be an argument.
Fuck! She just reminded me to book my flights for Chicago to visit my Mom.
I love my wife and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
My wife is always confused with the simplest of tasks.
We're meeting someone for dinner tomorrow...after something we have that ends at 7 and is about 5-10 minutes away. All of it right by our house...not some unfamiliar route.
Her on the phone...
"Ok we'll be there at 7!"
No we won't...we can't leave till 7 (me from the sidelines)
"Oh ok...we'll be there at 730!"
Holy fuck