What's the real reason for the Flame wars????

by tyydyy 35 Replies latest jw friends

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  Tim

  Ven,

  Do you think your remedy would work for men too?

  Actually sex is a pretty good way to get out of the fighting mood.........unless that kind of thing turns you on. Then what?

  TimB
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  Farkel

  : I say "in my experience," women are way more vindictive. They hold grudges when men typically won't.

  I've known woman that forget and lock their keys in the house when they are going out, but yet can remember every damn thing a guy did wrong going years back. That includes the year, month, day and TIME!

  Farkel
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  COMF

  One of the funniest (because it's so spot-on true) illustrations of the difference between men and women is a story called "Of Mars and Men" that somebody emailed me a long time ago. For those who've seen it, I apologize for the repetition (yeah, I know, it comes around in my email again every time another internet newbie adds me to her address book), but here it is:

  Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Ann. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves.
  They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anyone else. And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Ann, and without really thinking, she says it aloud; "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly 6 months?"

  And then there is silence in the car. To Ann, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself:
  Gee, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

  And Roger is thinking:
  Gosh. Six months.

  And Ann is thinking:
  But hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either.
  Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so are we moving steadily toward...I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we moving toward marriage?
  Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

  And Roger is thinking:
  so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I took the car to the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

  And Ann is thinking:
  He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it
  - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

  And Roger is thinking:
  And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

  And Ann is thinking:
  He's angry. I don't blame him. I'd be angry too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

  And Roger is thinking:
  They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumbags.

  And Ann is thinking:
  Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl, romantic fantasy.

  And Roger is thinking:
  Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...

  "Roger," Ann says aloud.

  "What?" says Roger, startled.

  "Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...Oh God, I feel so..."

  (She breaks down, sobbing).

  "What?" says Roger.

  "I'm such a fool," Ann sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

  "There's no horse?" says Roger.

  "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Ann says.

  "No!" says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

  "It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Ann says.

  (There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.

  "Yes," he says.

  (Ann, deeply moved, touches his hand).

  "Oh Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says.

  "What way?" says Roger.

  "That way about time," says Ann.

  "Oh," says Roger. "Yes."

  (Ann turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse.
  At last she speaks.

  "Thank you, Roger," she says.

  "Thank you," says Roger.

  Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

  The next day Ann will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

  Meanwhile Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Ann's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say:
  "Norm, did Ann ever own a horse?"
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  teejay

  A lot of truth in that story there, COMF. A lot of truth.

  later,
  tj

  Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except for the best. - unknown
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  Solace

  Im trying to get better at this,
  Just because I hate someones opinion doesnt mean I hate them as a person. O.K. O.K. I know, shutt up.
  And no matter what Yardif says, Im not on the rag!
  I hate his opinion, not him.
  I hate his opinion, not him.
  I can do this!
  J.K. Yardif, are we still gonna move into that beautiful mansion together?
  
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  Solace

  Ven,
  Spot me a couple midol?
  Ill pay ya' back later?