By Danielle LaPorte
"So we were getting it on, like, fully, when I realized that he was...wearing his socks," my girlfriend recounted to me.
We gave each other a united ewwww grimace.
"And that was it. I knew I was done."
She left him because he left on his socks.
And she told him that.
I can't be with you. You make love with your socks on. I'm leaving. It's all the reason I need.
Of course, that's not the only reason she left. And she did him the service of filling in a few blanks.
Insight may come in a flash, but it's the result of accumulated noticing--whether you notice it or not.
The 'I just knew it' moments in life are often triggered by little things. Annoyances, nuances, subtle incidentals--soft inklings so seemingly flip that we're prone to discredit... More...
