Thing 15: Dune

Yeah yeah I know, I'm behind. Another book into the pile. This time my husband's contribution. One fewer thing in the apartment. The book is Dune. I have not read it, and probably will not. I am curious, or impressed or curiously impressed. I guess J read this book years ago when a young man would read bestselling sci-fi. The curious or impressive part is that he decided to re-read it before getting rid of it. I asked if there was a special reason...he really liked it, he thought he would appreciate it more now, someone just mentioned it - apparently no special reason. Just didn't remember it well and figured he would read it before getting rid of it. Boys are so fascinating. Maybe because J and I spend even more time together or because we are in business together and therefore need to talk more about decisions, our vision for something - it has made me think more about how his mind works, and my own as well. Of course, have always been sorta thoughtful and dreamy about that stuff, but I definitely try to analyze and articulate it more now. It's kind of fun. I think it's making me more clear and direct. I think J is just starting to appreciate how it could be fun. At first he took my questioning as criticism. That was probably my delivery. "Why are we driving this way?" I guess I can see how that would be an accusation. But honestly, J is a smart and interesting guy. I just figured he had some reason that would impress me that I hadn't thought about. Sometimes that's the case. I've learned that "I don't know" isn't "I don't want to talk about it or it's none of your business" but just "I don't know". Allrightey. Good to know. I probably suffer from some need to organize my decisions or understand them or think about them too much. Suffer is the wrong word, I am not suffering at all. And I like to think that, since it is such a big part of who I am and I do have friends and I do tell them what I think - that they must like it, at least sometimes. Friends and colleagues frequently came to me to discuss things. I like to think I had a clarity of thought and could get to the root of the issue and help the person to think about the problem differently. And I guess I don't just think this, it happened, people like to ask me about stuff. But, I used suffer, because I think my poor husband does suffer from this thing I do. Sometimes he loves it and I think it might even be part of the reason why he fell in love with me, but if you are he and you spend a whole lot of time with me, it's gonna get on your nerves too. So so so, a good thing about me can also be an annoying thing. And a "bad" or unsatisfying thing for me (like an answer of "I don't know") while defined as a more negative or annoying or unfathomable thing about my husband - can at times be the best thing about him too.