Colour Blind
Posted on March 18, 2010
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“So which do you prefer?”
“don’t mind”
“The Green or the Blue?”
“Honestly, I don’t ca…er…couldn’t decide between them”
“but …”
“ok, the green. The green ones are better”
“oh. not the blue? I think I prefer the blue”
“well, get the blue then”
“but you liked the green”
Conversations of this ilk can continue ad infinitum or until a sulk ensues. Rarely do they end
well, particularly for me.
“I really really really honestly don’t care which pair you get. I’m a boy. They all just look like shoes”
“You COULD take an interest, you know”
“No, I could PRETEND to take an interest. They’d still just be shoes and I still wouldn’t care but I’d also be a charlatan and a fraud for pretending I did and would you really want that on your conscience? would you?”
The day-off-to-go-shopping was going pretty well, all things considered. Trip to Aria for most of a new PC, followed by a blood donation and a trip to Fopp to recover. Nothing eases the pain of a needle wound so much as an armful of cheap CDs. Maybe that’s why musicians sometimes end up as junkies.
The shoe selection crisis was navigated succesfully and we headed home.
“So which do you prefer?”
“eh?”
“The Green or the Blue?”
“I thought we did this already?”
“No, the eyeliner. Which eye looks better”
“Seriously?”
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I presume the one asking the questions is me so just for the record:
a) I don’t sulk
b) I never, ever do blue! It was purple!
The key here is to only offer inconclusive positive opinions which can (and usually will) then be rejected in favour of an alternative view with which you can agree. Iterate wildly until something gets bought or the store closes.
P.S. One man’s sulk is another woman’s perfectly reasonable and justifiable abstention from conversation while she reflects upon the situation until she has reached a conclusion that is to the ultimate benefit of all. (Or eaten chocolate.)
Now you know why Ron (Big Sis’s other half) will NEVER go shopping with her, if I’m around to substitute.
We do a deal – she asks for opinions to ignore, and I carry the bags. She does the driving, and buys lunch (where I get drunk and silly before more shopping).
It works a treat!
Dude. You need to start posting. Anything!
How about starting with how you are going to put that sound-card in your PC, then you’ll be shamed into doing it within the next 3 months.
IF you kept up with your email, you’d remember i already swapped the sound cards over and told you all about it
you’re right, though. I’ve been letting the blog slip.