What I Love

I read something said by Pope Paul the Second and I think I agree with it.  He said “tell me what you love, and I will tell you who you are.”  He was the 1st Polish pope, and the 1st non-Italian to hold the office.  His stint was for 26 years and the fourth longest in history.  He survived two assassination attempts.
What I love can be gleaned from what I talk about.  I guess that is natural as if the heart is full of something there is no room for anything else.  Today I fixed a hose holder we have.  I needed our drill for that.  I reckon I would have fooled anyone into thinking I knew what I was doing until I actually went to do something.  Still it worked out.  Well it is still the way it should be.  Tomorrow may be another story but as long as it is good now, we will cross that bridge when the chickens hatch.
I talked to Merril about that.  I also told her I had hole punches until I needed them.  At that point though, I could not find them.  Merril was mowing.  She talked about that.  The place looks great after her mow.
Naturally I don’t only talk about what we love but for most of us that is our preference.
I am into table tennis, gardening, stamp collecting and a few other things.  Merril is into maintaining the home, gardening, shopping (I went shopping with her and mentioned I did not know hell had escalators – it got better from there), painting (I love what she does) and a few other things.
Why I agree with John Paul though is what I talk about tends to fall within the framework of what I love.  I love my wife and could talk about her, but I do not want you to feel you missed out big time.
I do not need to spend long with a person to find out what is important to them.  I can’t help it.  They can’t help it.  I talk about what matters to me.  To do otherwise would be like trying to stop the tide from coming in.
Something I have held to and proven is that “interest govern memory.”    If I am due to play someone in table tennis and another person has just played and beaten them, I am all ears as to the strategy, and that is what I take into the game.  But if someone tells me the name of plants and it is not my thing, then chances are I will not remember what was said.
I suppose exams govern memory to.  I was always dismayed that 50% was considered a pass.  It really means there is 50% I don’t know.  I’m in trouble if down the track we major on a portion of the 50% I did not know.
That is sort of relevant and I will try to bring it back, but it may be the long way.  Lovers seem to remember so much about the other.  I think they can articulate stuff because they are interested.  No detail is unimportant.
I guess it is a bit like a sieve.  What I love is filtered through and finds its way to my consciousness.  What is not useful to me is discarded.
What goes in, must come out.  What I love, I talk about.