I am not sure I can get much lazy-er and still be considered living.
I have a nephew that entered the military a few weeks back.
Much to my shame, I just sent the first letter today.
I was in the Army years ago and basic training sucked.
I come from such a close family that the culture shocked was huge.
While the nephew in question comes from every bit the close family situation, he seems a hell of a lot tougher than I was at that age.
But basic training eats away at your old comfort spots, replacing them with new ones in the long run, but for the short term, you are kind of screwed.
But I loved getting mail.
Here is where I hit new highs of laziness.
I didn’t physically write a letter, at least, not in the conventional sense.
I found a website, cut and pasted content, paid just under $2 and they are mailing out my letter for me.
I used this site only because I could not find one to write the letter for me as well.
But the shame factor is hard to get by. (The being raised both Irish and Catholic only ratchets up the guilt factor.)
The results are, a letter was definitely sent. Maybe by a surrogate, but it still went.
By my standards, I am golden, the ultimate uncle.
I have been reminded that I am not the boy’s uncle.
Technically, he is my first cousin’s son, but I come from a large immigrant family, there are literally dozens of cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and everything else in between.
Dealing with a crowd that large is tough unless you streamline the process.
Here is how it works. Anyone within about 5 years of my age up or down is a cousin, anyone younger than that is a niece or nephew, and anyone older is an aunt or uncle.
Within the family, everyone gets it. Outside the family? You get nothing but stares and confusion.
But, and I understand this one better than most, there is a fine line between being totally clueless and completely getting it.
Perspective is everything.
Perspective is caused by experience.
If you ever want marriage advice, avoid counsellors like the plague.
Seek out a couple that has been married for more than 40 years.
These are two people who raised kids, grew up, grew apart, grew back together, and managed to keep all the plates spinning for decades.
This is who you want advice from.
Counsellors, as a general rule, are single or have been married less than a decade, usually without kids.
And if you take your car to a mechanic who doesn’t drive, you will pay for an overhaul you don’t need.
Marriage, as well as most things in life, require that you work your ass off or they will stagnate and die off.
Trust me on this one, I have lived thru that one.