I like that. Another one I like I first heard on Diet Land (netflix). I will try and recall it but it wa a while ago and I am using some artistic license to fit in without sitches ...
A novice asks a senior monk the secret to happiness. The monk leads him to a cave and shows him a glass bottle with a duck in it. The monk says free the duck and you will know and leaves. The novice gets to trying to get the duck out. I assume he starts with trying to coax it out (niceing it out) then tries to temp it out with whatever it is ducks like to eat affection, promise of intimacy, changing things they don’t like) but the duck won’t budge. It retreats further into the bottle. The monk returns the next day to find the novice dismayed. The monk repeats the instructions and leaves the exhausted novice. The next day the monk returns. This time the novice is frantic. He has poked the duck, shaken and even tried to break the bottle but th duck will not come out. The monk repeats the instruction and leaves. The next day the monk returns to find the novice in good spirits. The novice says he has found happines. The monk replies “so you freed the duck” and the novice says “Nope - I realised it is not my duck. It is not my bottle”.
W can no fix other people and other people are not the secret to our happiness.
I had lunch with a mutual friend today of the mate I wrote about in the above post. Apparently he is off dating at the moment because all the women he meets just want s**. When he split from his W one of his radon’s was she wasn’t interested anymore. Hmmmnnn ... be careful what you wish for.
There is nothing left in the MBR of my H. I also completely redecorated it (out of spire I think) about a month after he MO. I referred to it as my BR the other night without thinking and I saw him flinch ... again, a lesson to him to BR careful what you wish for.
