If there are any Sudoku nerds (like me) out there...... and you are straining, thinking, completing an online puzzle...,. sometimes you reach a point, victory is seemingly, assuredly at hand ("Rommel, you magnificent bastard, I read your book!") up pops a button one can click, Quick Solve, and it'll fill in the obvious remaining numbers.
Why ain't life like that? Or... women... Or, crap ya buy from Ikea... Spanish... Anything other than 1040A... Prostates. Rubik's Cube... stuff... hard stuff that oughta be cinchy...
Much, I've never understood.... and, color me GUILTY in lots of em.....
Why do we say the meanest things to the ones we love the most?
Why, seemingly, do bad things happen to really good people?
How is something God awful? Awfully good?
How frustrating must it be to be a kiddygarten teacher - them snotnoses ain't near got the fine motor skills to accomplish tying a shoe- yet, they are handcuffed to look for nodding heads (I get it teach) when it comes to to/too/two, hear/here, see/sea, son/sun, stare/stair, sweet/suite, wait/weight, way/weigh, which/witch, berth/birth, brake/break... OK Victor, we get it. Good, cause I don't see howinthehell they do. Crap, I'm 72 and I still ain't sure on effect and affect. or, why ain't there no O in genius, reckon why I ain't one.
How can GOAT be both a lummox, and, the greatest of all-time? (Side note... my son and I had discussions on, and I dunno why the GOAT argument is usually associated with THE best basketball player of all-time. He, and, a kajillion his age, "No doubt, MJ." His father would counter, "If I were starting a team, I would ALWAYS pick Kareem first." To which, many older than I would offer "Ya little whippersnapper, how can you argue with Wilt's numbers?" And, one, ya really can't, and two, it feels perty dayum good to be called a whippersnapper at age 72.
It seems, not having that "Quick Solve" button like Sudoku lends life to be sticky, at best.
I get, kinda, why golfers holler FORE! when an errant shot is coming one's way, LOOK OUT! so, to speak. Ball coming your way. But, in the one's bedroom, foreplay means OH BABY OH BABY 'bout to happen. (Why then, isn't it BEfore play?) So, I reckon 'ball coming you way' too, so to speak. VICTOR. You just lost any chance you had of getting a female to like this post. Eh, OK, I'm sorry. (Why does fingers crossed behind one's back mean "I'm lying", yet, when you cross your fingers in front, it means "Good luck?")
Lot about life I just don't get. I like it here though, mosta the time.
Lots. Lots more. Stonehinge. Passport forms. TSA Precheck (Why don't ya think they too could be criminals?) Converting currency. Religion. People who crack knuckles. Algebra. Undoing bra's. YOU'RE TOAST VICTOR. Politics. 47 (sorry, kinda). Cricket rules. 2nd cousins. What if you divorce and you LOVE your in-laws? Compound interest. Why is it OK to squeeze Great Value TP but not Charmin?
"Anyone who isn't confused really doesn't understand the situation." Edward R. Murrow
Thanks, for lending me a quick ear. (Vincent, that's nice and all, but no thanks.)
Love, Victurd
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