Triumph!

Y'all are probably all too young to remember, but when I was a kid there was a cartoon in syndication called Gulliver's Travels. There was a Lilliputian named Glum that had a low monotone voice I can still hear clearly. “We're all gunna die.” You see Glum was a pessimist.

Now I have an MS in psychology, and I KNOW that in reality, Depressed peoples' assessment of a situation is actually more REALISTIC than non-depressed...

80% of us think we are better looking than average. Not possible, right? Only 50% can be... That is the mechanism of which I speak. When we look at a situation, the NON-depressed person thinks 'I can do that!' While the depressed person sees nothing but obstacles... all the reasons they CAN'T (and probably they have a point).

But the thing is, see... I married Glum (referred to here as HWMNBMOTI—he who must not be mentioned on the internet)...

He believes if something is not in mint condition, it can't be used.
If anything might go wrong, it surely will, so why bother?
If I haven't looked from every angle, I must give it up.

But I am a PRO at making do...


Take last night for instance...

My family owns 3 computers: a desk top, and then the lap tops of my daughter and myself. The desktop (possibly because of the son) is in the shop for a virusectomy and won't be back until Monday.

HWMNBMOTI is taking a class that has some work online, so I offered to let him use MINE (nice of me, eh?)--no, he says. I've worn off the letters on half my keys. (technically, it is only 9 keys, but who's counting?)... He tries to use daughter's, but daughter's has some block for his college website (who knows what that's about?)

I told him tonight about the Monday computer back timing and so he thought he might try mine... but mine can't go upstairs as we need SOME computer physically hooked to the modem... and he says the light is too poor...

“Fine. I'll just fail this class.” (see what I mean? Glum.)

So I thought about options. I moved a light so it was a little clearer, but you know... rubbed off is rubbed off...

It occurred to me that at one point we had STICKER letters, but I couldn't find them. What I DID find was a sheet of OTHER stickers, so I cut little white squares, WROTE the letters and stuck them on my keyboard. HA! I WIN! Hubby can do his stuff with no claim of not knowing which key is what letter!

So sometimes a refusal to admit defeat gives you the UMPH needed to figure out the answer.

DELUSIONS ARE YOUR FRIENDS!

Hope you all have a great weekend!