This is not a typo in the title of this article. People who are much smarter than me have published memes, quoting famous people who claimed that “What does not kill me makes me stronger”.
In fact, if you do a “picture” search for this phrase, you can find a lot of people who have tattoos on that phrase on their body, here or there. (Mostly, there.)
But a much smaller number of popular memes claim that “Anything that doesn’t just kill me makes me a stranger.” Something addressed to those of us who prefer the letter “a” to the letter “o”.
Not that I’m waiting to be killed. Nor am I terribly willing to be more curious than I already am. But I think a lot of people (including myself) became unknown during COVID whatever it was. Some experts called it a “pandemic” and I have no problem if they want to call it that. But the fact is that he did not kill me (as of this morning) and I really think I’m a lot weirder than I was two years ago when President Trump assured me that the whole thing was going to fall apart in a few weeks.
There were other times I was curious, of course, that had nothing to do with viruses. Unless the desire for marriage is caused by a virus, which I am absolutely willing to believe, even if the scientific evidence has not yet emerged.
Did I think marriage would kill me? Not at all. I thought it would make me happier and probably even more successful.
And the reality is that marriage did not kill me. It only made me a stranger.
I have heard that men often buy a ring and choose an unusual setting for their wedding proposal. Like this:
Arrange a party with friends and family and start playing trivia questions. You can start by asking questions of your friends and family and when it’s your loved one ‘s turn, you can ask the question right away.
I kind of like this weird way of proposing, for those who find marriage trivial.
It agrees with my particular attitude about tying the knot. (Or the noose.) Darlene and I had lunch at McDonalds, and she was 7 months pregnant, which meant she had some wrinkles, like a chocolate milkshake at least once a day.
As I recall, the restaurant was decorated in shades of yellow and red. Psychologists have suggested that red “is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire and love… Boosts human metabolism, increases respiration rate and blood pressure… Attracts more attention than any other color, which sometimes indicates danger “.
Yellow, I understand, ‘is associated with joy, happiness, intellect and energy… Produces a warming effect, stimulates joy, stimulates mental activity and produces muscle energy… Bright, pure yellow is a factor that attracts attention, The reason why taxis are painted in this color… When used too much, yellow can have an annoying effect “.
Right now I’m thinking about these dangerous and disturbing effects and how people get weird.
But to return to the marriage proposal. I asked Darlene if she wanted another packet of ketchup and she said no. (As I recall the facts. In the version of Darlene’s story, I never asked if she wanted more ketchup.) Then I said, in my most indifferent tone, “Well, what do you think, did we get married?” “After you are seven months pregnant?”
Darlene replied: “Sure. Why not.”
I’m not sure if this discussion will be considered strange. But things have become more and more foreign, as weddings often do.
As I noted earlier, however, it did not kill me. He did not kill Darlene either.
I wonder, though, how strange a man can become when he is not killed?
There were other things that also did not kill me, of course. I do not want to give all the credit to Darlin. I once got lost (temporarily) while hiking in Death Valley.
The underrated author Louis Cannon grew up in the vast American West, although his ex-wife, giving him the slightest chance, will deny that he ever grew up.