This is wonderful advice, and it touches on the issue spot on. Thank you very much
I came here for advice and opinions, not to be scolded. You should really practice the way you give "advice". I'm sure you're aware it's a different concept than giving orders.
This is most probably it. Another commenter pointed out they grew in a household where silence meant something is wrong. It was like that for me, too. Grew up in a fun household :)
Well, it wasn't dinner, it was morning coffee, but everything else is the same. I guess it's acceptable to be less talkative and more on the phone in the morning, judging by the replies
Could be, and there would be nothing wrong with that. But I wouldn't be posting about it if it were a one time thing. She does this often.
I didn't say you're wrong, and I don't think that, either.
Haha. Busted.
Edit: I guess it is too philosophical for early morning talk
Tbh your comments sound pretty pushy. Have you noticed you start your statements with a generalization and an attack? "You're somebody who thinks..."
Also, I didn't get the classification bit. What do you mean?
We were in the garden, and she was on her phone.
She was on her phone. I was just sitting there, I'm the one who tries to occasionally avoid my phone.
It wasn't actual philosophical talk, she just called it that. It was a conversation about why people wants kids.
It's a sunny day, we're outside, good mood, drinking a coffee. I try to strike a conversation, my gf says its too early for philosophical discussions. I tell her we can instead talk about whatever she feels like. She says she doesn't want to talk about anything. We weirdly sit in silence for a while. I tell her it's weird to me, we argue. Is this normal?
Jesus, stop being dumb. Socialist and National Socialist are on the complete opposite ends of the political spectrum. The first is left, the second is far right.
Are people flocking back to reddit? Is the revolt over already?
Very cool! How did you make this?
Oh you sweet summer child.
Next you'll tell us you also have an imaginary character that runs besides your car and does parcour on fences, buildings and poles
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.