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jmcrae
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My husband is a landlord’s agent. He doesn’t ask me whether I want to hear about his day - he just tells me. Yesterday it was all about the life, death, and resurrection of a dryer in which for some reason lint had gotten into the little slot where they put the coins, and it had done something to the springs, causing the dryer to not do anything when people put the money in.You’re tempting me to make an embalming joke aren’t you? heh
And out of the blue you’re matchmaking for me? How thoughtful… :blushing:
(29/m/California)
I don’t think one is better than the other. Given that sin comes as naturally to people as death does, consoling those affected by either could be regarded as noble, if projected with the humility necessary to be effective. But I see what you’re getting at, though; a value judgment is made where no basis for one really exists. Oh well.
Would an idiot with a BA be too narrow of a horizon then?
Ah, but here’s the hard part. Just like any other person, a funeral director needs to have enough confidence in the intentions of his partner as anyone else does. What I mean is simply that we deserve to have someone listen to us from time to time, if only to report the issues of the day. After all, I spend a great deal of my working time being a cried-upon shoulder for bereaved families; it’s only natural that I’d like someone to turn to and relieve my own emotional faucet in a reasonably orderly manner. Let me illustrate what would happen to a funeral director who chooses a spouse with the mannerisms that you described:
“Hi honey, I’m home! I had a pretty complicated case this evening, would you like to hear about it?”
“No, not really.”
I am sure you would have the ability to make any story you had to tell into just as much of a grand adventure and mystical journey, as the story of this dryer was.