I told France that I liked Christmas songs too much and that I was trying to make myself hate them by listening to nothing but Christmas songs all day long. So far, I’ve had mixed results. I’m starting to hate some of the songs, like for example the “Winter Wonderland” one, or “Au Royaume du Bonhomme Hiver” as the French translation is titled. But I still love a whole bunch of them. Anyway, France laughed when I told her this, and she said something really funny… it was to the effect that, I guess your wife and kids are gonna have to watch out when you start a family… you might love them so much that you decide to make yourself hate them. I mean, it’s true, it is kind of pointless to try and make yourself hate something if you really like it. It’s like one of those girly sentimental movies where the girl is trying to make herself hate the guy and she only ends up falling madly in love with him (or vice versa). Not that I watch girly sentimental movies. Except when I’m goaded into it by girls. Guys, you know what I mean… you gotta keep the peace with the ladies, right? So you gotta make some sacrifices sometimes. To keep the ladies happy. So, from time to time, I have witnessed the odd girly sentimental movie. Not that I’ve ever cried during a girly sentimental movie, though. Definitely not. Especially not Titanic. I’m just digging a hole deeper and deeper for myself, here, and I think I’ll stop.