» Sat Jul 20, 2002 10:33 pm
The problem with lines is that they are a very personal thing. Everyone has lines, but they are drawn in much different places. You can drive yourself crazy trying not to cross someone's lines and find that in the process of avoiding his lines, you've crossed his neighbor's lines.<BR><BR>Some people don't even worry about the lines, and others live in fear of crossing the lines. My family and my wife's family would be good examples of the two extremes. My family is basically Irish, conservative and from the Western U.S. This leads to extreme uprightness -- often to the point of downright rudeness. My mother on meeting the girl that eventually became my wife, told her a very off-color joke right off. My GF at the time just looked at her in disbelief as her jaw bounced off the floor. You see her mother grew up in Texas where ettiquet reigns supreme. Off-color jokes were simply not told. One did not discuss a matter that dealt with sex, religion or politics in polite company, even if it was a very vital concern. Her mother has loosened up somewhat, but I still get frustrated when whe goesback into that mode. At times she will start hinting at an important issue that she feels might offend me. I want to yell, "JUST SPIT IT OUT WOMAN!! I CAN TAKE IT!"<BR><BR>On the other hand, my mother's family has been known to wake the entire neighborhood very late at night with THEIR very open and frank "conversations."<BR><BR>I fear I tend more towards my mother's side. I can be terribly blunt without even realizing it. In fact, sometimes I don't even realize I've crossed a line until I notice so and so hasn't been around for a while. "I think he was offended by that time ..." Well, you get the picture.<BR><BR>I find that I don't have to worry about other people's lines much if I observe God's line's which are much plainer. I don't have to worry about it, not because I don't cross lines any more, but because I can have a clear conscience. That's the ideal. Occasionally I can pull it off.<BR><BR>One line I will cross is the one to sell fried Snickers, meaning I won't be stopping to stand in it. This is the first I've heard of them. Next thing you know, they'll just find a way to fry up pure lard without melting it. Just think of it. FRIED LARD! The clapping sound is your coronary arteries slamming shut.