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Posted by Rick · December 30th, 2003 · 1 Comment

Well, I was thinking I’d finally found a fellow sufferer who could explain a few things to me…

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This is only the beginning of the fun, folks. It’s only Wednesday! Before the week is over, I will feel guilty about nothing, I will panic about nothing (and likely make myself sick over it) and I’ll begin to think people are plotting against me because they secretly hate me. The whole time I’ll tell myself, “You’re just hormonal. No one is plotting against you. There’s nothing to feel guilty or anxious about. Do not drive into that tree.”

Then it struck me that I can’t use this explanation: I’m not female.

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  • 1 harry // Dec 30, 2003 at 3:02 pm

    A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady forty miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel. Her husband suddenly looks across at
    her and speaks in a clear voice. “Darling,” he says. “I know we’ve been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce.”

    The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph. The husband speaks again. “I don’t want you to try and talk me out of it,” he says, “because I’ve been having an affair with your best friend, and she’s a far better lover than you are.”

    Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55. He pushes his luck.

    “I want the house,” he says insistently. Up to 60 mph. “I want the car, too,” he continues. 65 mph.

    “And,” he says, “I’ll have the bank accounts, all the credit cards and the boat.”

    The car slowly starts veering towards a massive tree. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks her: “Isn’t there anything you want?”

    The wife at last replies — in a quiet and controlled voice. “No, I’ve got everything I need.” She says.

    “Oh, really?” he inquires, “so what have you got?”

    Just before they slam into the tree at 65 mph, the wife turns to him and smiles. “The airbag.”

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