I’m the editor of a boating magazine, but I’m not a boater and I would never own a boat.
For as long as I’ve been alive, I have lived within a few miles of the ocean, but I have no particular affinity for the beach and no compulsion to go swimming in anything but a pool.
Every day, I drive a car, use the telephone, cook in a microwave and listen to music on a CD player. Yet I have utterly no idea how any of these things actually work.
I love to read, but I’ve read maybe three books in the last five years.
I’m not attractive, but I want to be with an attractive woman.
I’m profoundly offended by the idea of smoking or experimenting with any illegal drugs, but recently I found the idea of a sexy female friend smoking pot to be an unfathomable turn-on.
I’m a wordsmith, but one of my most difficult chores is writing lyrics to my own songs.
I love to travel and stay in hotel rooms, but I’m petrified of flying.
And the older I get, the more I want to re-experience my childhood.
Dichotomy? Hypocrisy? Insanity? Or all three?
I'd say a little of each.
What are the major contradictions in your life?