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General Life / Re: Bringing unsharable consumables to someone's home
« on: February 25, 2019, 02:15:53 pm »
I can't really relate to the comparison of my reusable water bottle with a baby's dirty diaper.
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Yeah, I would also find it odd if someone preferred drinking water from their reusable bottle, to drinking water from my nice glass that matched the rest of the table. It's one thing to have your own water bottle if you're just sitting around casually--like, "No need to dirty one of your glasses for me, I've got my own thing." Or I brought my special electrolyte mix that I need to drink, in my own bottle (though I would probably try to put it down by my chair instead of right on the table). Or even using my resuable bottle instead of the host's disposable cup.
But when it really is just water--and you don't have any pickiness about the actual water source, like my dad does--I think it seems odd to use one's own reusable bottle, rather than the host's reusable glass. Maybe they are thinking that if they don't use the glass, it's one less thing the host has to wash?
I don't like social gatherings at all. But I don't see the point of the shower if you aren't going to open the gifts then. I thought that was the whole purpose of the event. Some people find it boring, yeah, but what else would you be doing at a shower? As far as I'm concerned, the more time taken up with gift-opening, the less time there is for embarrassing games or awkward small talk.
And as we always say, if you have time to attend a shower and then open gifts (especially if you do it later, thus taking more time), then you also have time to thank people.
I know for me, I have a great many jackets and it wouldn't occur to me that a person only had one so it wouldn't seem like an "emergency" in the sense of a cell phone or medication or something.This would be my thinking. I have many jackets and fleeces, too. Had it been my house, I may have asked if it was really important or if I could bring it to the next meeting. She may have even thought she was saving you a trip to her house.
This is what I think, too, especially the bolded, as if you’d meant, “when can I get it out of your way?” And she’d meant, “oh, it’s no trouble — I’ll keep it for you til next time.”
Moonsaults has found a stuffed unicorn icepack my mom bought me. And he's been dragging it around...I keep finding it random places. The closet. The bathroom. Then caught him snuggling the other day.
Ah, I feel bad for the guy. She said no diamonds, no sapphires, no pink -- he probably thought she was hoping for something really nontraditional. It's definitely too big for an everyday ring, but I don't see why amber was such a terrible choice -- it does seem like he was looking for the opposite of what she said no to (diamonds, pink, blue).
I am so glad I've never had to choose jewellery for someone else! I would have no idea how to do it.
I think in her shoes I'd focus on how it's impractical for an engagement ring -- too big and would get scratched (I didn't know that about amber).
I'm not a fan of engagement rings myself, or the concept of expecting something specific *and* expecting the other person to get it right. I think if she could go back in time, it would have been better to say "I'm picky about rings, so please don't get me an engagement ring" or "I'm picky about rings but I would like an engagement ring that we choose together."
I don’t feel bad for the guy. She suggested that they looked for the ring together as her preference and he didn’t want to do that. Then he didn’t do any research to try and get a good match when he knows she has a certain style. I think it’s pretty reasonable for the proposee to express a desire to choose their own ring and he dismissed her feelings. I would be really hurt, not because of the materialistic side of it but I think it says bigger things.
My ex proposed to me. I had told him I don’t like diamonds and would never want a diamond ring. I’d also said I wasn’t ready just yet. He proposed with a diamond ring. That spoke volumes to me.
I'm sure people will shoot me, but dear lord did I hate Outlander. I don't understand how people enjoy it.
First, I hated the main character. Second, I was originally so excited to see how this woman would adapt to suddenly finding herself in the past. But she pretty much just seamlessly adjusts. Like imagine going back in time, just the smells alone should take some adjusting. But nope. And she accepts incredibly quickly that she just time-traveled. Like she doesn't periodically express much wonder or excitement or awe that this crazy miraculous thing has happened. Nope. It's like someone told her that her doctor's appointment got moved from Tuesday to Thursday.
Then of course, there's the ****. And while yes, I know that **** is an issue in that time, and an issue in romance novels, but **** was the constant plot progression. Need to move the story along? Let's try to **** someone. Okay, let's do that again. Now again. Okay let's try to **** someone else.
I loved the idea of this time traveling romance, but it had none of the interesting elements of that kind of story. Just lots and lots of **** and a main character I wanted to punch in the face.
I'm in the middle of Margaret Atwood's Stone Mattress, having just finished (and really liked, which seems to be a fairly unpopular opinion) her The Heart Goes Last.
I also really enjoyed The Heart Goes Last! It was absurd and fun.
I have weird opinions on Atwood though -- my favourite of hers is Surfacing, which it seems most people haven't even *heard* of, and while I admire Handmaid's Tale, I didn't connect to it while reading it, and found it a bit of a slog (I may have been too young, and perhaps should read it again sometime).
I completely agree! Surfacing is my favorite, also (though I do kind of cringe when I recall the pretentious college paper I wrote about it...).
What keeps the wind from blowing them off the wall?
Absolutely nothing. Have already had someone’s shorts end up in my courtyard.
That could maybe be a segue into talking about it with them? For instance, if it happens again, go over to return the clothes and just mention that this has happened before and they might want to think about getting a proper clothesline or seeing if there is a better place to dry their clothes, just because you would hate for their clean laundry to keep blowing into your yard and getting dirty again.
I'm in the middle of Margaret Atwood's Stone Mattress, having just finished (and really liked, which seems to be a fairly unpopular opinion) her The Heart Goes Last.