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 then end up living in one. You don’t believe me? Well, in Spanish ‘Esposas’ means wives as well as handcuffs. But hey, that’s just a linguistic coincidence.

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.

Suffer-Ring

We know the average divorce rate to be around 50 percent. And since quite a bit of friends and loved ones have been there, I hereby offer you a new tradition, which could help the situation and hopefully lessen the pain, agony, and suffering of those involved.

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 proceed to your toes — that is, if you sincerely care about saving the relationship.

Now you are obviously asking how would the ring fit all other fingers and toes. Well, this is the catch: To engage the partner, they have to pay for the new mock “suffer-ring” which will be used during the transition. A new one for every new finger or toe.

Then, if the partner doesn’t take any action about the regression you finally take off the ring, ending the suffer-ring and carrying on with your own life. You do not have to feel bad about it because you know you have given them as many chances as you can count on your fingers... and toes. If need be, you can actually give them the finger on your way out. I bet many marriages would be saved that way.

Insightfully Yours

Have you ever noticed how die-hard fanatics of certain sports rarely know how to play the sport themselves? And I mean jersey-wearing, bumper-sticker, violently temperamental ones who tend to overidentify with the team while losing themselves in the surrounding hyper-masculine herd-culture commonly found nowadays.

Those who do play can certainly be fans. But usually, they are not the overly emotional or aggressive hooligan-type who may casually get into viscous, often drunken fights with rival fans — nowhere other than in the very stadium they went to to watch a mere game and support their team, supposedly to also have fun in the process. Maybe the relative coolness of such player-fans goes back to having a better understanding of how the sport is actually played, or possibly even what playing really means.

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

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.”