|Our beloved David Tennant (Dr. Who)|
My husband John and I are geeks, and proud of it. Knowing one is a geek means that there are several channels on television where we will find something to watch: National Geographic, History, Discovery, Sci-Fi, and any channel that shows repeats of Star Trek: the Next Generation or the Original, and Doctor Who. Life is simplified in many ways, just knowing these few channels.
However, this geek-hood has brought out some problems in our relationship.
I am a quiet person who can spend a whole day without talking or watching television. My husband is a babbler, who talks even when he is alone, and must have the television on whenever he is home. Normally, we balance each other out. But geek-ness has stirred up some problems.
When we watch a show on—oh, I don’t know—say, wormholes and empirical formulas, or the history of the Hale telescope, or maybe the particle collider and anti-matter…when the show is over for hours or maybe even days, my husband is still thinking about it. Not only is John still thinking about it, he wants to discuss it with me, and share his observations & thoughts about it.
|It is what it is.|
Yesterday was prime. We were watching a track event with javelin throws and such. John started talking about how certain animals could be trained to excel at these track events. He speculated about cheetahs in sprints, gazelles in the hurdles, gorillas in shot-put, and…I stopped listening. Only after a few minutes, did I realize he was asking me, “What do you think?”
Blank, I gazed at him and tried to rebuild the sentences building up to that question. The only thing I could come up with, as that hand in my brain struggled to find the switch and turn it on, was, “Well, John. The only things animals are really interested in are eating and mating…” Then I looked at him, seeing if that was a good answer. John, ever so much like our granddaughter Sunshine, nodded and said, “That’s probably right.”
Then John got up and went to the bathroom.