Geographical me
Born: Edinburgh.
Childhood/adolescence: Otley (West Yorkshire)
Student: Nottingham
Work: Leeds
Packed in work: a few months in India
Returned to UK: twiddled thumbs
Went to Sudan: work
Birmingham (UK): a few months
Barcelona
Brussels
Edinburgh
Barcelona
... and that’s where I’ve been since 1991, + or – since I met Spouse (hereinafter to be referred to as Wifey to avoid any possible future cases of libel against me or charges brought on the grounds of breach of the Data Protection Act or similar). My daughter shall be referred to as Little One. She was small for several years before she grew into the strapping lass she is now. As I said in the other post, I am stuck in the past.
Wifey would have gone beyond her threshold of tolerance after the first couple of places mentioned on the list. Information is not her forte and the mere whiff of data is enough to bring on a migraine. She neither likes reading maps nor using computers. I tend to avoid conversations involving temporal/spatial/data matters as they inevitably lead to bickering.
Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with bickering. In fact, several years of intense disagreements with Wifey taught me a lot about my own relationship with conflict; that I just couldn’t cope with it. Overt conflict was taboo in my family of origin (parents and siblings, etc.). Anger and the object of anger were neither acknowledged nor named. Anger was just bottled up and evil Bogie people arose.
In close relationships it is often loved ones who get the brunt of a person's of anger (in my case my anger), precisely because there is a denial of rage and its real object. Wifey (and/or conflict herwith) has enabled me to acknowledge a lot of repressed anger and other feelings and, to a large extent, overcome fear of the other's displeasure with me. Thank you Wifey.
Born: Edinburgh.
Childhood/adolescence: Otley (West Yorkshire)
Student: Nottingham
Work: Leeds
Packed in work: a few months in India
Returned to UK: twiddled thumbs
Went to Sudan: work
Birmingham (UK): a few months
Barcelona
Brussels
Edinburgh
Barcelona
... and that’s where I’ve been since 1991, + or – since I met Spouse (hereinafter to be referred to as Wifey to avoid any possible future cases of libel against me or charges brought on the grounds of breach of the Data Protection Act or similar). My daughter shall be referred to as Little One. She was small for several years before she grew into the strapping lass she is now. As I said in the other post, I am stuck in the past.
Wifey would have gone beyond her threshold of tolerance after the first couple of places mentioned on the list. Information is not her forte and the mere whiff of data is enough to bring on a migraine. She neither likes reading maps nor using computers. I tend to avoid conversations involving temporal/spatial/data matters as they inevitably lead to bickering.
Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with bickering. In fact, several years of intense disagreements with Wifey taught me a lot about my own relationship with conflict; that I just couldn’t cope with it. Overt conflict was taboo in my family of origin (parents and siblings, etc.). Anger and the object of anger were neither acknowledged nor named. Anger was just bottled up and evil Bogie people arose.
In close relationships it is often loved ones who get the brunt of a person's of anger (in my case my anger), precisely because there is a denial of rage and its real object. Wifey (and/or conflict herwith) has enabled me to acknowledge a lot of repressed anger and other feelings and, to a large extent, overcome fear of the other's displeasure with me. Thank you Wifey.
posted by Bob at 1:31 pm
4 Comments:
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Nothing to do with today's post, but your cunning name change has moved you up the list of links in my blog - as they are placed in order of length.
This is not spam post.
It might be construed to be, as someone alledged whilst you were away, blog pimping.
It could perhaps have been considered blog pimping, had I been aware that short names get priority.
But I'm innocent, honest I am. "erithacus" was always an alias. It has given me an idea though. If I called myself "A", would I come first - like on Google searches.
No, sorry, I failed to make myself clear. I meant that my post, whilst not spam (like, I guess, the first comment you deleted) could be pimping, in that it (indirectly) suggested that you might like to look at my blog to see your link.
I'm sure my blog name is so long, some people can't be bothered to link to it - everyone who does make a link always shortens it.
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