Have I mentioned that I love the name Pookah? Because I do. Pookah Pookah Pookah! Sit, Pookah, sit - good dog. Fun to say.
-t, I forgot to say thank you for this. My mom seemed to think the name was crazy, (of course, she doesn't know what Pookah means or she'd hate it even more) and told me I really needed to call the dog many things so he could choose his own name. That's how she named her dog, Nicky! (Nick is not so amused by that story as she'd like him to be.) I didn't realize it was bothering me until I read your post and felt relieved.
So, thank you.
I need to find the study I read that actually shows people who have a more cynical view of life tend to actually be...not right, exactly, but more aware than people who are more optimistic.
Yeah, but the optimistic people live longer and are happier in their bubble of inaccurate optimism.
Or maybe it just feels that way cause of endorphins from the monkey crack.
I need to find the study I read that actually shows people who have a more cynical view of life tend to actually be...not right, exactly, but more aware than people who are more optimistic.
Poking my head in here again....
The study involved playing some sort of game where the estimation of various probablilities of winning was a major part. Pessimists had a much more accurate view of their odds of winning in a given situation than optimists.
The controlling part comes from the old "That's what I'd do, but you can do what you want" that comes at the end of it all.
What happens if you try an answer like, "Oh, okay. That's a lot to think about. Thank you so much for your advice."
Granted, you might have to have prepared subject change ready--maybe asking about something you don't actually care about, that he can advise you on, or asking if there was ever a time in his life when such and such blah blah blah 'til you get him off on another tangent.
juliana, if you have any trashy paperbacks you can live without for a couple of weeks I'd be happy to borrow them. I'm a cheap-paperback whore -- anything from eyerolly vampire romance novels to true crime to Le Carré to goofy vintage stories about grooving beatnik detectives and their kooky sidekicks will make me perfectly happy, and keep me lying down and quiet for a good long time.
Also, root beer is always welcome.
Yay! A co-worker let me have some of her leftover Mexican lasagna. And tortellini!
JZ - my mom was just talking about clearing some of her book shelves. She went through books like mad when she was doing hemo-dialysis. I'll see what I can snag from her.
Aw, bless, Suzi! Would your mom want the books back at any point, or would it be okay if after I was through I passed them on to the family waiting rooms at the hospital?
Mexican lasgna? Ohh, that sounds good. What's in it?
