<p><pre><code> Their wives complain that their husbands didn’t
notice that the furniture was repossessed or
that their old cat died and was replaced by a
dog. My third husband was like that. At some
point in my marriage I discovered that he
didn’t know the color of my eyes. He didn’t
know the color of his eyes either. He wasn’t
color-blind: he was just indifferent. I asked
him as a personal favor to learn the color of
my eyes by heart and he did. My friend Irene
even suggested creating a support group for the
wives of such mathematicians.
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I'm really bad when it comes to this sort of thing. My partner often quizzes me on things that were apparently "discussed" which I actually didn't hear because I was engrossed in something else.<p>I'm generally very apathetic which makes my partner question whether I love them sometimes. It <i>is</i> peculiar why we should love.
My brother is a dentist. At four he leaves his office and goes home.<p>I have worked with software development for quite some time. The nasty thing is that lately it has become so easy to connect to work, fire up the dev-environment from home on evenings and weekends to continue tinker with that piece of code or that nasty bug.<p>Imagine having a job where your problem is not constrained to a person that has to be in your vicinity for you to work or a job where you cannot at least fake that you have problems with your internet connection :)<p>You cannot easily unscrew your head at the end of the day and it is only too natural to continue to linger in your head in problem-solving mode. Imagine doing this for the greater part of your life and you may end up with exactly the problems described here.