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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Active Listening

I was lying on our bed yesterday evening, having just returned from my first day back at work in almost a month (between Open University courses and Near Death Experiences, I’ve been a busy girl this month) and I was trying to explain to He Who Only…my frustration at my brain’s ability to constantly question any decision I try to make.

I’ve almost definitely made a decision about the next course that I take following my graduation from the Open University, and this decision is one of those life-changing, career-altering and very-expensive kind of decisions that will be looked back upon in the years to come, and I would like the looking back, when I do it, to be with positive rather than negative feelings.

I was detailing my thought process to He Who Only…, showing him how, on one hand, this option (Option A) is good, but of course, on the other hand, this option (Option B) is also an attractive one. But the first hand option (Option A), although it’s going to take up to five years to complete, is the right one, I think, but on the other hand, it’s the most expensive one and in the meantime while I’m doing all of this for the next five years, I’m going to have to cut right back on the number of shoes I get to own.

He Who Only… turned away for a moment, and then turned back again, as I continued to show him how my brain is constantly turning over Option A (on the one hand) and Option B (on the other hand) and when I next looked over at him, he was accompanying my speech with a glove puppet show, having strapped on two socks. One on the one hand, and another on the other hand.

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