Just wanted to correct myself - that’s 80 to 100 dials per day, not per hour; per day is insane enough.
Which I never have to do again.
Thank God!
Thank God I don’t have to stay home all the time. I can drive to Madison or places within 50 miles when I want to after years of not being able to. I may even drive my ass farther this summer to go places nobody else ever goes to. I’m leaving the waffling people that can’t decide if they’ll do something sitting home all weekend and I’m just going places for the last month. Now if only I could tolerate sleeping in a tent for a trip up north. I’ll have to settle for day trips yet.
Thank God I got over my phobia of buying Vaseline in public and now I don’t have to spank the monkey with Wesson anymore.
Note: Johnson’s baby oil leaves your skin soft with the fresh smell of baby powder.
I feel like I’m at square 1 in so many ways and all the things I could have listed two years ago like
*never live with my parents unless there’s a major emergency
*pay out of pocket for healthcare
*study/do homework
*think about math
*work in a cubicle
I voluntarily gave up because I’m always trying to achieve more and do the best I can. I’m probably most upset about the cubicle/office, honestly. I’ve had an office since my early 20s because of my former profession, but I hear it isn’t the same in the field I’m going into.
I’m just trying to hold on to the fact that this summer was an exception to the “live with parents” thing and I’ll get most of my list back eventually.
- vomit every day because of an intestinal blockage.
Sneeze my head off during summer.
Somehow my life-long hay fever softly and suddenly vanished away some 15 years ago and hasn’t returned. It has started to creep up on me again the last couple of summers, but in no way has it been as severe as it used to.
-date. I thank my wife for this whenever we relive old times about our dating lives and how much we both hated the whole dance, or when we hear one of our friends’ marriages is on the rocks. 
Thanks for clarifying. I’ve been all 
and :eek:.
Mine: I finally realized I don’t have to answer calls on my cell phone from people I don’t want to talk or listen to.
(Olives, your post gave me the warm fuzzies.)
Commute.
-Get up early
-Deal with a crazy bipolar jealous wife
-Deal with the public face-to-face
Drive 36 miles (45 minutes) each way to work. I hate the miserable job I have now, but at least it is a short commute.
Also this. I met my husband at 18, had a grand total of 2 short-term boyfriends before we hooked up, and rejoice in never really having to play that game.
I was 43 when I finallly met my wife. So I had decades of experience in the dating world. While there were some good periods when I had a steady relationships, what I remember most is loneliness and frustration. So again, thank God that part of my life is over.
Live in Ireland.
(I hope this doesn’t come across as an insult to Irish dopers. It’s a nice country, but utterly wrong for me, personally)
Add me to the “date” list. Not that I ever really did (wasn’t much interested before I met my spouse in college, and we didn’t date–just hung out together with a group of gamer buddies). I joke with him that if we ever got divorced or something awful happened to one of us, I’d probably resolve myself to being single with cats for the rest of my life. I don’t think I’d handle the “dating scene” very well.
Commute to work every day. I love that my job lets me telecommute most of the time–working in my grubbies with the cats at home is worth it to me every day.
Just goes to show it’s never too late for looooove.
Go to work.
Make interest payments.
Make house payments.
Make car payments.
Raise kids.
Drive anywhere on weekends.
Another one for the “date” list, here. Just before my wedding, I read that some people are scared when they get married because they know they will never start a new romantic relationship again. I couldn’t (and can’t) understand why anyone would feel anything but relief at that news. For me, that was like being told that I would never get chicken pox again.
Go to high school. I have that dream where I’m back in high school. I’m very relieved when I wake up and realize I’m 35, I graduated from high school a long time ago, and nobody can ever make me go back.
Have a wedding. I have nightmares where I’m back planning our wedding again. I’m just about as relieved to wake up from them and realize I’m married as I am to wake up from the ones where I’m back in high school. Even if something did happen to Mr. Neville or our marriage, and I did manage to find somebody new, it’s not considered as strange to not have a wedding the second time around. Even better, my sister and Mr. Neville’s brothers are all married, and our friends are mostly either married or not the type to be into weddings, so it’s not terribly likely that I’ll be in too many other weddings.
Pay bills by check. I hated having to find the bill, a checkbook, a pen that works, stamps, and (sometimes) an envelope for this. Paying bills online is so much nicer, because it doesn’t require me to find anything.
Live with my parents. We get along fine if we don’t live together, but if we spend more than about two weeks under the same roof, we start to really get on each other’s nerves.
Indeed. When I see a post from somebody who says something like “I’m 25 and I haven’t met anybody to have a romantic relationship yet. Am I doomed to being alone forever?” I both empathize and chuckle, remembering the course of my own life.
Get up at 5am to go to work. (Ive given up my second job)