Dear Gabby,
For the past two years I’ve been dating this fabulous woman. There’s one problem that is beginning to annoy me: She’s becoming very analytical. Sigmund Freud doesn’t hold a candle to her. I’ll give you a brief example in hopes that you can offer some kind of guidance.
One night several weeks ago, we were having dinner at a restaurant; when the waiter brought us our dinner plates, my date began talking about a sequence that was needed to complete some high entry data that she had been working on for months. She used the green peas on her plate as an illustration. I felt like a kindergarten kid, learning to count for the first time.
I don’t know why she feels she has to analyze everything that she’s confronted with. She’s even gone to the extreme of trying to analyze the percentage of good years versus bad years that we’ll have should we marry. My analysis is … there will be no marriage if she continues at this rate.
I’m dispirited, Gabby. What once started out as a love birthed from compassion has somehow done an about face and turned into a “Twilight Zone” episode. I’m close to changing the channel and starting all over again.
K.T.
Dear K. T.
Sounds to me like you have a “keeper.” In other words, my analysis in short is: Keep her! Keep her! Turn off “Twilight Zone” and let me give you a refresher course in Quotations 101. “Love borne in compassionate silence arouses the help of heaven.” (Author unknown.) Try analyzing that quote!
You answered your own question without realizing it; apparently, you love this lady or you wouldn’t have taken the time to write me. You even confessed that the love both shared was “birthed in compassion.”
So what, that she played with her peas during dinner; don’t we all? I like to take the little green balls, mix them in with my mashed potatoes and stand a carrot stick in dead center of the potato mound; it makes for an interesting conversation during a glitzy social event (whispers are automatic, and all eyes will focus on you). Give it a try; people will talk about you for weeks.
As for the Sigmund Freud comparison, this could prove to be a high compliment indeed (although the medical field disregarded most of his works). He never received full recognition during his lifetime; he was the founder of psychoanalysis, devoted himself successively to psychiatry, dermatology and nervous diseases. Today, he is acknowledged as one of the greatest creative minds of modern times (women envied his complexion).
So there you have it, K.T. This little lady could be your soul mate, future wife and your ticket to an early retirement. My analysis: Keep her around; when the two of you are dining and she begins dissecting her broccoli spears into segments while analyzing, you sit back and smile, because this could mean $ signs to you both.
Gee … I wished I could have been Gabby Freud,
Gabby
THIS ARTICLE WAS PUBLISHED IN THE July 31 ISSUE OF FOCUS SB - THE INQUISITOR