Volkditty
I knew I never wanted to have kids. My wife and I discussed it in depth while we were dating; she felt the same way. Even then, I waited a couple years after getting married just on the off chance that either of us might change our mind. I ended up doing it when I was in my early 30s around 8 years ago and never once have I regretted it.
I will go on Football Manager binges, overhauling my favorite squads and seeing them to long-term success. Then I watch actual football matches and think, “Why isn’t Dick Johnson starting at left back?” and have to remind myself that Dick Johnson doesn’t really exist.
I hiked a portion of the Appalachian Trail right after I got out of the Army years ago. Half the people were like me: early 20’s, either taking time off from college or just out of the military and looking for a thing to do before joining the rat race. The other half were 65 and older, retired people who finally had time to indulge their pass times.
And then there was one dude, mid-40’s, who just shrugged and said, “I was on the highway, about to take the exit ramp to my job and I ended up here instead.”
This may be old news to you, but you’re spot on about the pseudo-racist approach to Native American culture.
My wife and I met through a dating site in 2011. She felt awkward about online dating, so we had a cover story for the first few years of our relationship until the stigma around not meeting “the natural way” died down.
I was crewing on a new-to-me sailboat Saturday with a bunch of passengers that have never sailed before. There was an issue (jammed furling line) that required me to jump up onto the foredeck to fix, and everyone congratulated me on my quick reaction and calmness under pressure. I aw shucks’d the compliments, while hiding my righthand behind my back so no one would freak about the square inch of skin hanging off my index finger where the furling line bit into it.
