One Lucky Soul: OLS Reflections Treinta y Seis

OLS Reflections Treinta y Seis — The Wickedly Unfun Ones by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

“I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. And then I forget again.”
— Confucius’ distant cousin, Confusius

Marriage is called an ‘institution’ because you must be somewhat mental to get into it. You first seek asylum but end up living in one.

A few friends and I decided to celebrate the next Columbus Day by walking into someone’s house and telling them we live there now. After a while they will get used to the idea and share their food with us, maybe some stuffed turkey. History is truly the best of teachers.

If you have doubts that you may have married the wrong partner you should be allowed to wear your wedding ring on the wrong finger. Each finger denotes a certain degree of dissatisfaction. Once the hand options are exhausted you can then proceed to your toes — that is, if you sincerely care about saving the relationship. Then, if the partner doesn’t do anything about the regression, you can finally take off the ring and carry on with your own life. You do not have to feel bad about it because you know that you gave them as many chances as you can count on your fingers, and toes. I bet many marriages could be saved that way.

Insightfully Yours.

Did you ever notice how die-hard fanatics of a certain sport rarely ever know how to play the sport? And I mean those who overidentify with “the team” and lose themselves in the hypermasculine culture surrounding many sports nowadays.

The ones who do play can also be fans, but they are usually not the overly emotional or aggressive type. Probably because they have a better understanding of how playing really is.

Sometimes, it’s wise to warn them that once wouldn’t be enough.

Some people are just smart enough to realise they are not smart enough.

I was always one of those who ate pretty fast. In fact, I speak fast, I walk fast, I drink fast, probably because I also think fast. That’s just how it was and mostly still is. At least that’s what many people told me.

When it comes to eating, however, the last several years when I began cooking and going healthy I decided to slow down while having meals. Meaning, eating slowly and enjoying the company, if there is one. So, now when I sometimes have a yummy meal by myself I orchestrate an imaginary discussion in my mind. Not a real one though, since there is a constant ‘real’ conversation going on in there anyways. But this is fake and it’s all about time intervals between the different bites. You know, as if I’m having dinner with someone and engaging in a conversation.

This way I can take food pauses between the imaginary “speaking” and “listening”, maybe have a sip of wine, and end up by eating slowly and enjoying the food, rather than getting into a feeding frenzy as many of us tend to do when alone and no one is watching. This is how assuming the observer role can help our every-day humanness.

Remember, when you lose your mind it doesn’t go anywhere; it just becomes more entertaining.

Coo Coo Ca-Choo 👻
A man and a woman lived happily for 32 years. And then they met.
Sometimes I feel like I have come to master the elusive language of women and can fluently decipher and translate it. Then something happens with a woman which cracks the code I have been working on for more than 25 years. There is indeed some truth to the saying, “Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”