I am a professional reminder-er and permission granter who moonlights as an artist, author, and speaker. I enjoy Star Wars, soft t-shirts, and brand new tubes of paint. My wife Kim and I homeschool our three weird kids and live in Wisconsin, where we eat way too many cheese curds.
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Hooked on Love 🎼
Published about 2 months ago • 3 min read
2025 Issue #7 🎼
Happy Sunday, Reader!
Greetings from Sheboygan, where we've been enjoying a cozy staycation with homemade pasta, falling snow, fires in the fireplace, and watching movies under warm blankets!
The other day I was minding my own business, and I was reminded of a song from my college years. I came across a video of the performance of the song “Hook” by Blues Traveler. It had been a long time since I heard the song, but it was a gift to hear it with new ears.
I always liked that song, but I remember souring on Blues Traveler pretty hard because, for a time in the nineties, every speaker in every store and every corner of the world was playing one of their songs.
It turns out that songs are a lot like relationships: familiarity breeds contempt.
What starts as a catchy tune you can get enough of becomes a tired chorus that torments you wherever you go.
In a relationship, there are all these little things the other person does that you fall in love with. In the beginning, they are cute, like the way he sips from a straw or the way she says “Crackle Barrel” instead of “Cracker Barrel.”
Given enough time, it’s not unusual for those very same things to grate on you, creating an ever-widening divide that makes you wonder how in the world you ever fell in love with this person in the first place.
Too often, we let the things about a loved one that drive us crazy drive us apart.
And yet, every time I hear that an acquaintance has lost a spouse, or I see a tragedy on the news and hear the stories from family members left behind, it’s an opportunity to see my relationships with new eyes.
Familiarity may breed contempt, but contempt has a way of vanishing when a loved one is taken from us unexpectedly.
I hope I die before my wife. But if Kim goes before me, and I live to be an old man, I know there will be many times when I’ll be sitting in my rocking chair and something will pop up in a conversation or on TV that will remind me of her. And there’s a good chance it will be something I once cursed, something that drove me crazy, something I grew tired of encountering, like a Blues Traveler song.
It turns out the things that annoy you most about a loved one may be the things you miss most about them when they’re gone.
Like the way she says “Crackle Barrel” instead of “Cracker Barrel.”
🤔 I wonder...what is something that used to annoy you but now you miss about a loved one who is no longer with you? Hit reply to share your thoughts with me, or join the conversation in the Escape Adulthood League!
Stay young and stay fun,
P.S.
Get ready! The first official Festival of Shenanigans is coming on March 17th. The ultimate Adultitis fighting challenge is going to be the silliest seventeen days you ever did see. More soon!
Have Fun. Defeat Adultitis. Win a Year's Worth of Ice Cream!
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I am a professional reminder-er and permission granter who moonlights as an artist, author, and speaker. I enjoy Star Wars, soft t-shirts, and brand new tubes of paint. My wife Kim and I homeschool our three weird kids and live in Wisconsin, where we eat way too many cheese curds.
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