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Opening Bags & Other Conundrums of Life

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“What the heck?”

How do you invent something you don’t know how to use?

This question came up last week while the hubs and I were at the grocery store. A disclaimer here. I don’t KNOW that men invented those plastic bags. And my “sample” for this research project was small enough to be considered of the anecdotal variety. Plus, this is NOT a male bashing post. I love the hubs, the son, the grandson, the brothers. The men in my life are all pretty smart.

Most of the time.

So here we are at the grocery store and I see the hubs standing by the plastic bag dispenser with another dude and they both look puzzled. They both have a plastic bag in their hands and are, well, trying to get them opened enough to accept a few vegetables into their depths. Both of them have also compromised the structural integrity of their bags, which made it interesting that they were still trying to open their respective bags.

It’s not often that you get the “you’re an answer to prayers” look in a grocery store. So I toned down my “what on earth” look to my “can I help” one. They both held out their bags.

“How do you open these things?”

“Well,” I said, glancing around, because this was a confession of sorts, “I lick my index finger and my thumb and then rub them together on the top. And they just open.”

This did not result in enlightenment, even when I demonstrated with my fingers (sans licking at this point). So I grabbed a fresh bag—maintaining structural integrity, I might add—licked my fingers and applied them to the top of the bag. This resulted in an opening large enough to receive vegetables.

The non-hubs guy grabs it—even with my spit—stuffs in his veggies and makes off. And that’s when I turned to the hubs and asked, “How can guys invent something they can’t use? How is that even possible?”

He kind of shrugged and grinned. And agreed to pose for this post, which is pretty awesome, IMHO. But it got me thinking about POV (point of view) and how it affects what can seem very simple to one person and appear amazingly complex to the person standing next to you. A camera lens sees “all,” but people focus in on details personal to them.

For instance, when you look at the photo above, what do you see first? A guy standing by some vegetables or a guy confused by a plastic bag? If you love or hate tomatoes, maybe that’s what you see first? You view will be affected very much by your personal experience first. If you didn’t read this far, your view will remain unchanged and you might go away puzzled as the hubs. lol

One of the (many) things I love about my guys is that they do see the world in ways different and mysterious to me. It’s like, when we talk, I see through a “glass darkly” into an alternate reality that is the same as mine, but totally different, too.

The men in my life really ARE from Mars (from my POV) and I’m okay with that. And I think that most of the time, they are okay with me being from Venus. And if the hubs isn’t okay with that? Well, the man is smart enough not to admit it. LOL

So, peeps, what about it? Do your significant others surprise you with their sometimes murky and puzzling POV’s? You know I love comments so much that I pick a favorite to receive my monthly AnaBanana gift basket ($25 value).  Recipient is announced the first blog post of the new month.

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Perilously yours,

Pauline

P.S. I really love playing with point of view in my books,  and will confess to sharing instances of cluelessness from both the hero and the heroine. Cuz I’m just a bit evil that way. And when the POV is human/alien? Even more fun. lol

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