My wife does pretty much everything in a way that simply blows my mind. Probably once a day, I start to mutter "But, why....?" Most of the time she just looks at me like I'm the broken one, meanwhile I swear it's her!
Packing for a trip is the worst. For me, it's hours of over-analysis and optimization. Packing everything into a minimal volume. Ensuring nothing unneeded makes it way into a bag. For her, it's grab an armful of {whatever}, toss it in a suitcase, and assume it'll all work out. And yet, we both love traveling and we're equally as likely to forget something.
My wife does pretty much everything in a way that simply blows my mind. Probably once a day, I start to mutter "But, why....?" Most of the time she just looks at me like I'm the broken one, meanwhile I swear it's her!
Packing for a trip is the worst. For me, it's hours of over-analysis and optimization. Packing everything into a minimal volume. Ensuring nothing unneeded makes it way into a bag. For her, it's grab an armful of {whatever}, toss it in a suitcase, and assume it'll all work out. And yet, we both love traveling and we're equally as likely to forget something.
Life is strange.