ElsiEa’s Weblog

Explicam de curand la Costy care-i diferenta intre gandirea feminina si cea masculina. De fapt nu-i explicam, ca doar n-am devenit eu vreun guru al psihologiei, ci doar incercam sa-i redau poveste amuzanta de mai jos. Nu conteaza daca e adevarata sau daca are sens, dar pe mine m-a amuzat!

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie, she accepts, and they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?” And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward… I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: …so that means it was…let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means… lemme check the odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way feel. I’m just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty… scumballs.

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and……….

“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.

“What?” says Roger, startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have… Oh God, I feel so…” (She breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Roger.

“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Roger.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.

“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that… it’s that I… I need some time,” Elaine says.

There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work. “Yes,” he says. Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.

“Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Roger.

“That way about time,” says Elaine.

“Oh,” says Roger. “Yes.”

Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks. “Thank you, Roger,” she says.

“Thank you,” says Roger. Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”

And that’s the difference between men and women.

M-a plouat putin astazi. Adica nu mai stiu cat m-a plouat, dar m-am simtit excelent. Ideile veneau odata cu picaturile. Si nu prea era nimeni pe drum si-mi venea in cap melodia asta de mai jos. Cautand-o pe youtube am gasit un clip care mi-a placut! Sa vedem daca si reusesc sa-l postez

Rainman

Fiecare sef isi are seful lui.

Evident si eu am un sef. Saptamana asta se dau salariile… evaluare… deci trebuie sa scriem de bine! (stii ceva domnu’ gadea? a bagat domnu voiculescu banii pe card?)

Sefu’ meu e chiar cool. Mno adica e fain, ca sa inteleaga si el (cu ardelenii banatenii nu te pui nenica)! Si mai are si blog. Blog care se numeste ‘imi place sau nu-mi place’. Incepand de azi il gasiti la loc de cinste in blog roll, la robert. Cam puturos sefu ca scrie rar pe blog, dar poate acum il motivam sa scrie nitel mai des.

Si ca cercul de asskissing sa fie compet (deci vrem prima!), sa va arat si ce mi-a placut mult de tot acolo pe blog -> invitatie la nunta. Este una dintre cele mai super caricaturi vazute vreodata (seamana bine de tot personajele din desen cu robi si maria, mai ales berile din imagine… oups), si de departe cea mai inspirata invitatie de nunta! Asa ca sa fie intr-un ceas bun, si asteptam plozii :). (si primele, evident!).

Motto:”Nu-ncerc sa-nvat porcul sa cante! Imi pierd timpul, si enervez si porcu!“

Sunt un tampit! Si un prost! As spune si ca sunt un bou, dar de fapt sunt un porc si asta nu mai e de actualitate. Bine ca sunteti voi destepti! Te simti mai destept acum cand ai citit ca sunt eu prost? Si ce daca? Titlul era doar o figura de stil, ca de fapt e vorba doar de o zi, dar este cat o viata intreaga.

Acum sa-ncepem ziua nu?

Dimineata cand ma scol (de fapt dimineata e mult spus… sa ramanem la cand ma scol din pat), mai intai merg la baie si dau drumul la muzica. Apoi ma si trezesc. Nu conteaza postul de radio… muzica sa fie. Micul dejun are ou fiert, cascaval, putina paine si iaurt. Combinate. In ritmul asta de craciun o sa taiati mielu’. Muhahahaaaa. Urmeaza 10 minute de exercitii dupa muzica, dans sportiv, ceva karaoke pentru dres vocea in acelasi timp. Binenteles toate se fac cu ochii inchisi, ca sa nu consumam curent. Sa stiti ca ma preocupa incalzirea globala. De-aceea, dupa exercitii ma pun 10-15 minute in pat sa ma gandesc la pacea mondiala. Si la infometare. Trebuie sa ma tin de regimul ala. Dar sa trecem la alte minciuni. Pardon, ganduri! Plimbare in parc, citim o carte, zboara timpul. Mie chiar imi place ploaia. Ploaia spala. Neinteresant… pierd timpul pana pe seara… scoala de soferi, cursuri de psihologie ca trebuie sa invat ce e in capul meu, fotbal, bere, metrou, teatru. Paranteza. Apropo, am fost la ‘Avarul indragostit’, la teatrul de comedie. Bunuta piesa, cu momente amuzante. Iarasi mi-am adus aminte de Iluzia comica. Plecat de-acolo cu doua inimi, una alba, una neagra. Nu stiu care dintre ele a castigat, sau ce a castigat, dar cert e ca acum sunt ambele pline de sange… la figurat. Seara, ceva usor, de la chinezesc, apoi o prajiturica. Binenteles urmeaza pregateala de noapte. Ma barbieresc, ma spal pe dinti, fac un dus, pun maieul cel curat. Ma pregatesc pentru vis. Ar fi de rahat sa visez o super tipa si sa ma prinda nearanjat nu? Adica stiu ce o sa visez in seara asta, si de-aia ma ferchezuiesc, sa fiu pregatit. Daca ma visam fotbalist imi puneam langa pat ghetele, mingea si cd-ul cu manele preferate. Daca ma visam student ma bagam in pat dezbracat. Aici ma confuzez mereu cand ma bag in pat in costumul de la adam, ca e posibil sa visesz mai multe chestii… mare/femei/studentie/poker pe imbracate. Si-uite-asa revin la amarul meu… ca astia vor sa faca pateu din ficatul meu. Asa ca mai bine sa-l hackuiesc de pe acum… mai adu-mi te rog o sticla de visiky

Bere sa fie, ca sa stingem!
Porcu’ visator

Imaginea vorbeste singura… si spune ca “Viata este minunata!”