Saturday night. I arrive at a swanky new Italian joint to meet friends for dinner. One of them is an ‘eligible candidate’ which my sadistic buddies have conspired to throw in my direction, unbeknownst to me.
As the evening progresses, our riveting ‘conversation’ makes me want to stick a fork in my left eye. Repeatedly.
Dazed, my gaze eventually drifts over to the adjacent table. There’s a fairly good looking guy quietly eying his fork (guess what he’s thinking) while his girlfriend continues to gesticulate at him like a runaway train. He shifts in his seat, glances up and looks at me. Our eyes exchange a silent acknowledgement of common misery. The resignation in his resembles a caged animal’s. At least I was single and free to run. He was going home with that verbal juggernaut.
“When entering a marriage, one should ask the question: do you think you will be able to have good conversations with this person right into old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory, but most of the time is spent in conversation.” - Nietzsche’s ‘Human, all too human.’]
dis·course **1. **Verbal expression in speech or writing.
**2. **Verbal exchange; conversation.
**3. **A formal, lengthy discussion of a subject, either written or spoken.
Clearly none of you grew up in the nineties. Alanis, anyone? And thanks for the innuendos guys, I forgot we're all a bunch of pubescent teenagers here.
Clearly none of you grew up in the nineties. Alanis, anyone? And thanks for the innuendos guys, I forgot we're all a bunch of pubescent teenagers here.
I agree, if all your s/o(if you are a guy) talked about was purses, shoes, and shopping, or (if you are a girl) sports, working on cars, and eating steak, then yes things would get pretty boring pretty fast. One has to have some other items in common apart from the usual checklist people make up in their heads and are told about. Otherwise you may be in for a life of quiet misery.
Saturday night. I arrive at a swanky new Italian joint to meet friends for dinner. One of them is an 'eligible candidate' which my sadistic buddies have conspired to throw in my direction, unbeknownst to me.
As the evening progresses, our riveting 'conversation' makes me want to stick a fork in my left eye. Repeatedly.
Dazed, my gaze eventually drifts over to the adjacent table. There's a fairly good looking guy quietly eying his fork (guess what he's thinking) while his girlfriend continues to gesticulate at him like a runaway train. He shifts in his seat, glances up and looks at me. Our eyes exchange a silent acknowledgement of common misery. The resignation in his resembles a caged animal's. At least I was single and free to run. He was going home with that verbal juggernaut.
"When entering a marriage, one should ask the question: do you think you will be able to have good conversations with this person right into old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory, but most of the time is spent in conversation." - Nietzsche's 'Human, all too human.']
"When entering a marriage, one should ask the question: do you think you will be able to have good conversations with this person right into old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory, but most of the time is spent in conversation." - Nietzsche's 'Human, all too human"
Dont know who Nietzche is - seems like an interesting person. These words are indeed true. LIke they say a very large proportion of one's body is water (I forget exactly what %), so is it true about narried life - one has to be compatible intellectually.
"When entering a marriage, one should ask the question: do you think you will be able to have good conversations with this person right into old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory, but most of the time is spent in conversation." - Nietzsche's 'Human, all too human"
Dont know who Nietzche is - seems like an interesting person. These words are indeed true. LIke they say a *very large proportion of one's body is water *(I forget exactly what %), so is it true about narried life - one has to be compatible intellectually.
I think that's very true. In high school I was mostly fixated on looks. Now, I find that even if a girl is attractive, if I'm not compatible with her intellectually then there is no way I could spend a significant amount of time with her.
And by compatibility I don't just mean IQ but interest in similar subject matter as well. I know plenty of smart people who have no interest in discussion about topics outside of pop culture.