What's Your (non-tech) Hobby? 407
Slipped_Disk asks: "Being the curious sort, I was wondering what the Slashdot crowd did while you're not reading Slashdot or doing any of the other geeky things we usually do. So tell me, what is your non-techie hobby? I'm defining non-techie as stuff you do when you're not using a computer, so 'I play videogames' doesn't qualify, but 'I build game consoles' does. I'm especially interested in distinctly non-electronic stuff (ie: film photography, building models, training sociopathic attack cats, etc.). I'm looking forward to some interesting topics, here!"
we've been over this before (Score:5, Insightful)
I have a relationship... (Score:5, Insightful)
Part of the fun of said relationship is that, sometimes, I find myself doing things that I'd never dreamt of doing. Like visiting a garden centre, spending half the weekend looking for the right pair of shoes, or wondering what's the point of underwear that's so small that you could swallow it without even noticing. But after nine years or so, you tend to develop the ability to either tune out that stuff or - shock, horror - like it. (There's a degree of sadomasochism involved here - relationships aren't for the those with low pain thresholds.)
On the plus side, I also find myself doing things that lots of you, err, more available guys are always dreaming of doing. Believe me, there are plenty of things in life better than downloading your favourite distro at maximum speed on the day it's released and, for most of them, two's better than one.
Obviously (Score:0, Insightful)
Re:I have a relationship... (Score:2, Insightful)
(Oh, the underwear topic that is)
There always seems to be an inverse proportion to amount of cloth and sexiness of it. Less cloth, more sexy and more cloth, less sexy.
Example: Flanel pajamas. Thick, heavy cloth, usually covers head to toe. Definitely not sexy.
Well, out theory evaluates as this as to why this is the case. Usually the less cloth, the more string on the underwear. Usually string isn't the most comfortable. Since it isn't comfortable, usually the woman wants to take it off sooner. And hence, well, you are in a realtionship, you get the idea.
Back on topic a bit now. My wife and I both work at the same place, in different departments so we only see each other maybe 10-20 minutes a day at work. However, we commute together which gives us a ton of time to spend chatting and talking. Quite often it can be meaningless banter or about bills and what not. However, this time is wonderful to discuss things much deeper than surface only things too.
As far as it being difficult to be in a relationship, I disagree. I have never really run into a difficult time with my wife. I think the hardest part (easy if you are having fun) is to serve your spouse. Put their enjoyment before your own. Find your enjoyment in making your spouse happy. Refering to that as sadomaschism I think is the wrong way to think of it. It is simpley serving.
And there are many ways to do this. Here is a little anectdote:
When I first met my wife, she told me quite often of how she would love to live in Colorodo. Myself, I was from the east coast area and dreamed of moving back. We were both in college in Michigan (near where her folks lived). All through college we talked about where we would like to live and she always would tell me we'd move out east, and I said we would go where ever she desired (and I assumed she wanted to go out to Colorodo). Well, through college and such we dated, and finally got married when we finished. We settled down in Michigan. At a Valentines Day church get together there were some games, such as trying to guess what your spouse would answer to certain questions. One of the questions was, "Where would you love to live?" I guessed she would say "Maine" as her answer, cause that is where she thought I would want to live. Instead, she said what I had told her for nearly four years, "Where ever you want to live."
That is the kind of thing I am talking about. The love that is willing to put your happiness in the other hands. It is not sadomasochism, its love.