Wednesday, September 28, 2011

"Mars vs. Venus diaries" (this is funny)

Our Tuesday discussions continue to rock with another solid turnout last night. We had two powerful and inspiring chastity speakers, Ty and Ellen. Ty spoke to the men and Ellen spoke to the women. My sense was that the talks were very helpful and well received. Part of the reason we separated the men from the women is that we are different and so we have different struggles living chastity. The principles are the same for males and females in living chastity (or any virtue) and we share Christ throughout, but approach them differently. Put another way, “men are from Mars, women are from Venus”; they share the sun, but approach its rays differently.

Along these lines, a friend sent me the following, “Mars vs. Venus Diaries”, which is hilarious. I know what students who know of my affinity for golf will think: this would have been my diary if I had gotten married.

Wife’s diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much.

I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving.

I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep; I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

Husband’s diary

Four putt; Who The Heck Four Putts!?

Here is an excerpt from last week's epic speaker, Fr Bill Byrne, talking about joy:


Anonymous said...

Haha. Overanalysis strikes once again...

Anonymous said...

"Who the heck four putts?"

I don't get it.