Post your "I never thought I’d say this but…"s. Things you do or think that the you of weeks, month, or years ago would not have thought likely or even possible.
Mine’s a little mundane. And I am guessing most people’s will be similarly mundane.
Mine is - I never thought I’d say this but, I hardly ever watch TV these days. It’s kind of a good thing because I am no longer subjected to the torture of Advertising. On the few occasions I do watch TV I am reminded very quickly just how bad it is. It’s like playing “Hunt the content”. On Sky TV the chances are if you’ve just switched the TV on, no matter what channel you’re on, you’re watching an advert. Especially during the day.
Well, these days I’m either playing a game, browsing the web, working on something, being outside, reading, sleeping, or watching films or TV from the internet.
I know that last bit is a bit like cheating (I’m not watching a TV but I’m still watching TV programmes) but I think it counts because TV is basically the Advert box, and I am not watching any adverts.
Internet TV is fantastic because you can generally bypass the adverts (which are way less than on normal TV anyway) by “pre-watching” them. Let them run on mute while you do something else, then bring the progress bar back to the start point and watch the entire program ad-free. Sometimes it gives you the option to watch like a 3 minute long commercial before the program which can give you the same net effect.
I completely changed my diet, and it was accidental, so I can’t explain it. I’ve never gone on a diet or anything.
For many decades, every day I had homemade noodle soup, canned pears, and graham crackers. With every sandwich I would eat a dill pickle. My favorite desert was tapioca pudding.
I recently was making up a shopping list and checked the cupboard. All of the above items were there, all with expired “best before” dates.
No idea what I’m eating now instead. Nothing specific has been added to shopping list.
I never thought I’d say this but: I’m over my Ex.
Heard he is in jail for drug use again. Haven’t written, checked on his visiting times, dropped off money, or called his parole agent to see what happened. I just don’t care.
I never thought I’d DO this (talk about mundane!) but I am tossing out/giving away a lot of…STUFF…that has accumulated in the house - knickknacks, tchochkes, books and ‘must save’ magazines, fabric for sewing, artificial flowers, costume jewelry, some unusual clothing items. Stuff that just seems to have landed there years ago and has just stayed there years later.
A colleague of mine is up for Jury Duty at the moment. I’ve never done it. I imagine a group of people discussing entry/exit wounds, motives, the killer, the victims, the CSI evidence, with expensive coffee ‘on tap’ and shirt-sleeves rolled up.
Oh HELL no. Murder trials are rare, for one thing. More typical is a drug possession case, and arguing about black jackets vs dark brown jackets and what a cop could see from an observation post X yards away at night, while a fellow juror conducts her idea of reasoned debate by repeatedly muttering “I dunno, I just think that cop was lyin’.”
I don’t drink coffee, but I would imagine whatever’s on tap is crap.
Just got my latest summons today. No, not thrilled.
Compared to work, I’d love going to the dentist. I’m sure if I get selected this week, I’ll love it. (Didn’t get selected yesterday or today, but there’s still Wednesday and Thursday.)
I was picked for grand jury duty. Twice. That’s different from a plain old trial. I reported to the Civic Center every day for about a month (checked in at work when we weren’t needed - need I say my employers were NOT happy about my not being at work most of the day?). The grand jury was very intense and interesting - we sat in comfy chairs in ascending rows like a little movie theater and listened to evidence presented by the D.A.s, listened to testimony, voted on whether to indict. The first grand jury duty I was on involved presentation in minute detail of the murder of a small child. It was excrutiating and we were all in tears, but of course we voted to indict and the bastard was eventually sent to prison (where the mother of the murdered child visited him frequently, of course). The D.A.s became heroes to us, we formed a very close bond like survivors of a plane crash, and were taken out to dinner and given framed ‘thank you’ certificates… The second grand jury duty was sort of haphazard, mostly involving cases of theft, burglary, and shady dealings by a used car dealer, and not half so interesting, I was glad when that was over and could get back to work. (We did, however, hear testimony from a robbery victim whose wallet was ripped off by a she-male. Fat youngish blue collar guy from the sticks was asked what he was doing on South St. at midnight and said, “Looking for a blow job!” Cracked up all the suburban middle aged ladies in the front row!)