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OK, not very impressive on a messageboard, when I could have copied and pasted in about 2 seconds, but I promise that was entirely from memory.
It never ceases to amaze me when people talk about the grades they made in school, their SAT scores, or their other accomplishments in college long after anyone could give a damn.
I’ve interviewed tons of people for positions and I’ve never once taken someone’s college grades or SAT scores into account when making a hiring decision. “Great, you graduated with a 4.0 from Harvard. Can you do the job you’ve applied for? Can you relate to the public? No? Sorry, you don’t have the skills to be a success at this job.”
I, myself, have had the same pair of sunglasses for 26 years. That is something to be proud of.
Disturbed? Harsh judgement. I never thought of myself as disturbed because I get tired of seeing the same picture or painting day after day. Blank walls can be serene and non-intruding, at least to a “disturbed” person.
I know a woman who is proud that she is a shining example of the sanctity of marriage. You see, she is married. If she fancies another man, she divorces her husband and marries the new guy. She is on husband #4 now. She rants against people who live together without being married – they set terrible examples for young people and bring down community standards.
I think she is missing some of the nuances of the sanctity of marriage.
My father held two jobs where he was one of the people organizing a new place of business. The first time, he was the HR manager for a factory that had just been built and was going into production, in 1972. He came up with the notion of testing prospective employees for dexterity (they had to do a lot of soldering): they ended up with over 90% female employees, in the Production area, as the guys were around the bad side of clumsy.
He was horrified about how many of those women not just didn’t have a “no poaching” rule, but actually would go after engaged or married guys and try to break up the relationship - not because they were interested in the guy, just out of spite. They’d count their conquests in the cafeteria, bragging about them openly.
There must be something there about natural selection and what not… maybe vultures genes give higher survivability?
I have a weird pride in almost never going to the doctor. I’ve only been four times since I turned 18, and only one of those times was due to illness. Never been to the hospital. For some reason, I feel very good about this.
I know someone who is proud of being in the Army (reserves, I think) despite the fact that he despises our current government, vehemently disagrees with most of what the military does, and thinks that people who do agree with the military’s actions are morally questionable. Yet he joined, has remained in, and is proud of that.
What’s wrong with a father only taking a day off when his child is born? The kid’s not going to remember it and the mother is probably busy sleeping it off, aren’t they?
How about spending time with the new little child in his life? Parents of new babies have been known to gaze raptly for hours at this new little life that they themselves brought into being. He could also be helping the mom by cooking and cleaning, or holding the baby while she rests? Also keeping her company and discussing the million ways their lives will never be the same.
Not taking an interest in a new baby is indeed an awful thing to be proud of.
Ooh, that reminded me. I knew a man who bragged about how he took two weeks of leave when his wife had their second baby, but instead of being useful at home, he lounged around on the couch and goofed around.
It may have been that he was yanking my chain, though.
I’m very proud of being the worst sentence writer in the world, which you can’t necessarily tell from this sentence, though I do have a tendency to run on a bit, and string together a few too many ideas so that by the time all is said and done – which is really odd as nothing is actually being said by anyone, or done for that matter, unless you count typing as doing, which I don’t – no one really cares any more.
A friend never fails to mention this at every reunion. “We’re still together and they said it’d never last.” Nobody ever said that. I think she’s projecting.
At one reunion we were asked to share any major life events. Cue career changes, grandchildren, early retirement, going back to school, new spouses, etc. One classmate commented on her new car. I think it was a Subaru.
Your confidence is well-placed. Neighbours has been on since 1985, while Home and Away debuted two years later. So you probably don’t remember a time before both were cluttering the airwaves.
In college, a friend of a friend was in my dorm room as I was changing my calendar. “It’s June?!? Awesome!!! I got high every single day in May!!!” Guess how he decided to celebrate.
One summer I proudly went to the beach every day in the month of July. Even the day a hurricane off of Baja sent some rain sprinkles our way.
While I’ve never proud of my poop, I do take perverse pride (and my sister never lets me forget) my fart that make the cat gag.
I just wanted to chime in and say that I went back to work relatively soon (a couple of days) after each of my kids was born. Not because I’m a workaholic or don’t care, though. My MIL was around to help my wife, and when I got home from work, I took over. I worked half days for a week or two so I could stay caught up. During the first few days/weeks/months/years (sigh), there’s a lot of sleeping going on during the day and a lot of not sleeping going on at night.
But I don’t think this is the same as the previous examples…
I am amusing myself imagining your neighbors pondering over who died or got married everytime the see you wearing socks.
I know this lady who brags about how much money she gives to charity and so forth.
Example: Our Priest is retiring at the end of June and we’ve been collecting money to buy him a table saw as a present from the church. What? He wants one! Anyway, everybody knows the amount she gave toward the purchase. She also wants to know what everybody else is giving but nobody ever tells her. It’s our little way of makin’ her bats.
Okay, that one got me curious. I only knew of one, but I just called and asked my daughter - she tells me that she knows of six that will be admitted to, but suspects two more …
Somehow, I don’t think that makes it any better …
Thanks for the info / links - my daughter is totally enthralled and digging her way through it. As for me, I’m gonna go back to driving the truck.
