My Wife Doesn't Listen Apparently listening is important to marriage. That's what my wife says. She says I pay attention to detail but I don't fucking listen. Just now she was saying something about running through the sand. What the fuck is she talking about? This is really funny. She goes on to tell me it's the chorus to the song playing on my iPad while I write this. So this must mean I don't listen either. Now we have a problem. Neither of us listen. Ok, so is this the way it is in most marriages? I think so but why. For the husband it's because he's busy doing something or he doesn't know the answer or he has no opinion. For Christ's sake make a decision honey. For the wife, she says she listens but she really doesn't. Could she tell you this, that, or the other that I said? I'll be back with examples as this story continues.

Change I'm never really satisfied. It's lead to my success but also to my displeasure. Is anything ever really perfect? Everything is changing. It always has and always will. It's what keeps #life interesting but also what makes it challenging. #life tends to move in cycles which I have been trying to fight, but can I? I've damn we'll tried. I want it all. Youth, experience, freedom, success, comfort, love. Can you have all of this if you follow the normal cycles? Raised by your parents following orders, go to college, party, get a job, get married, buy a house, have kids, save money, retire, travel, die. Is that it? Well, so far the answer is yes and no. I've followed the path but also bent and distorted it along the way. My outlook continues to evolve which is leading to these bends. But can it hold these bends or it all going to snap back and send me catapulting along the standard path? Where did this come from? I've done so many things and found so many interests along the way. Lets see if we can figure this out together. I was raised in a tiny ranch house in suburbia. It was an interesting and fun childhood. I was the youngest of a group of boys within a small block of houses. On one hand this meant there was always something fun to do. Water battles, hiking through the woods, hide and seek. But on the other hand it meant I got picked on a lot which affected me in many ways. It affected my confidence and had me always on guard. It probably started with my first day of school when Eugene stuck my hand in poop.