Hah, a friend and I were having a mini-argument (one of those where you are basically agreeing with each other except for one small point of contention) about whether or not people should be allowed to marry purely to gain citizenship. I firmly believe people should! I don't care why people want to get married (love, healthcare, right of residency) as long as both parties have agreed to whatever the reason is and agree to treat each other well and fairly. Especially because in the UK, being married to a UK citizen if you aren't, only helps a little bit with the bureaucratic process of getting right to remain/permanent residency. It's not like you get to skip thirteen thousand steps and save a ton of money.
My brain likes to latch onto bits of information - not birthdays, it's terrible at birthdays - and then I have to gauge who I am talking to as to whether they are going to appreciate my brain reminding me that they've already told me the funny, but not really worth keeping hold of for all time, story about falling in a pond as a kid. I nod along to lots of stories I've heard before because they have no reason to expect that I will have remembered an off the cuff comment, and if I do let them know I've remembered they think I'm weirdly more invested in them than I am. I do a good line in feigning that I only remember half a story and going "oh, is that the thing where you went to the wrong underground station? Or am I thinking of someone else?" when I know full well that it was them and they went to the wrong underground station and then they fell over and skinned their knee and this all happened eighteen years ago when neither of us knew each other.
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My brain likes to latch onto bits of information - not birthdays, it's terrible at birthdays - and then I have to gauge who I am talking to as to whether they are going to appreciate my brain reminding me that they've already told me the funny, but not really worth keeping hold of for all time, story about falling in a pond as a kid. I nod along to lots of stories I've heard before because they have no reason to expect that I will have remembered an off the cuff comment, and if I do let them know I've remembered they think I'm weirdly more invested in them than I am. I do a good line in feigning that I only remember half a story and going "oh, is that the thing where you went to the wrong underground station? Or am I thinking of someone else?" when I know full well that it was them and they went to the wrong underground station and then they fell over and skinned their knee and this all happened eighteen years ago when neither of us knew each other.
Hah! That's a great dream!