The right way and the wrong way.

Jake's caregiver told Cindy that her husband doesn't have patience with her own 2 year old son. She said men don't have the patience to deal with small children.

She also told Cindy that she can't stand when her husband does things to help out with the kid because "he does them wrong".

I said to Cindy, "Oh man what a typical woman! It's her way or the highway!"

Cindy said, "I'm not like that."

I said, "No, you're not too bad. But you do want it done your way."

She said, "No, I want it done the right way."

I said, "Yeah, which is your way."

She didn't have much of a response to that.

Postscript:

When I told Cindy I was going to put this conversation on my blog, and recounted the conversation, she said, "That's not exactly how it went."

I said, "Sure it is. It's my blog so it can go the way I want it to go. When you set up your own blog you can write your version of the conversation."

When you write a blog you become self-obsessed.

One of the problems of writing a daily blog is that you have to think a lot about yourself. That sucks. We shouldn't think too much about ourselves. It can lead to depression.

I have a theory that the most depressed people you meet are the people who spend all day thinking about their problems. Or they spend hours analyzing themselves, evaluating their successes, comparing themselves to others.

Naval-gazing is a sure way to get sad. A little introspection isn't a bad thing. It's good to be somewhat self-aware, just don't overdo it.

That's a great thing about having an absorbing hobby, working hard in a career or having a child to take care of. You don't have a lot of time to self-obsess. You're too busy. You're in the "flow" of every day life and depression is distant and fuzzy.

When you have a blog, you have to think of things to write. You have to categorize and detail your opinions. You have to use examples from your life. All this requires thinking about oneself.

This is my 100th post to the blog.

100 posts! And I haven't missed a day yet. I should celebrate with some kind of small, obscure personal event. Maybe when I'm driving I'llraise my arm out the window in a victory fist.

Or maybe I'll eat a forbidden and potentially dangerous, but extremely tasty piece of food.

There's a website that lists cool facts about each number. For 100 it says, "100 is the smallest square which is also the sum of 4 consecutive cubes." That doesn't sound very interesting to me.

I say 100 is a cool number because it's the first really big number you learn as a kid. Then, when you're an adult, 100 becomes a tiny, almost inconsequential number compared to some of the other numbers out there.

The biggest number in the world is a googplex, which looks like this:

10(10)(100) or Ten to the tenth power to the hundredth power. The number is so huge that there isn't enough room in the known universe to write out all the zeros. Also, the number could never be read or written because it would take more time than the age of the universe to read or write the number.

That's a big number.

But back to 100. One hundred is also cool because it's hundred times better or bigger than one. Meaning, if you just do one thing in your life, someone who does a hundred of these things is 100 times more experienced/wiser/better than you.

When I re-read my blog I notice a lot the entries are pretty bad.

Often my blog entries that I think will be awesome, suck. Especially when I read them over again later. I think, “Oh that’s just weak.”

I’m frequently disappointed at my blog, and when I read an especially disappointing entry, I think back to the time when I first had the idea for the entry – it was such at time of hope!

I may have smiled or chuckled to myself, as I imagined typing out the entry. I may have told someone, “Hey listen to my awesome idea for my next blog entry.” And then I remember sitting and typing it out, half smile on my face, foot tapping against the carpet in excitement. “This entry is going to get so many comments!”

Then I read it over again a week later and it just sucks.