I unknowingly married a true philosopher. No, wait. Don't get me wrong: I knew he was going for a PhD in Religious Studies and Philosophy. After all, his undergrad and Master's are in Religious studies and Philosophy. What I didn't know, was how it would turn out to be a hilarious dynamic of misunderstandings, confusion, rants, raves and laughter.
I titled this blog, The Philosopher and the Princess. I'm really NOT a princess, just don't ask my mother to verify that. However, I am admittedly Western-minded. To someone studying Asian philosophy, you can only imagine how absolutely incredible our conversations wind up. I understand everything he says, and most of the time, I just change the subject before a rant ensues. Our ongoing joke in the house is, he recites something he learned and I ask him how my hair looks.
This blog is dedicated to my husband, Chip. For being not-so-quietly brilliant, for repeating things enough times to me that I'm starting to learn and retain some of your knowledge, and for finally, having the patience to deal with a wife who would rather discuss politics and celebrity gossip rather than Samsara and "I-Am-ness."
Enjoy.
No comments:
Post a Comment