We watch Wheel of Fortune on a regular basis and have a standing joke: when a contestant gets greedy, they turn the magnet on. When the wheel spins, the magnet sucks the pointer towards the “Bankrupt” or “Lose a Turn” space, rather than to a space where the contestant would get money.
When my wife and I find a contestant continuing to want money after they could EASILY solve the puzzle, we figure greed has taken over. “Turn the magnet on,” we shout at the screen.
Magnetism is a strange thing. It’s like magic. Sometimes it’s on and you have no idea why. There’s an unseen draw.
In this vein, I’ve come up with this term called “spousal magnetism.” This occurs if you’ve had children and they are no longer in the house. Not to say this special magnetism can’t exist when kids are in the house, but they probably interfere with the force and intensity.
Case in point: every morning my wife and I go through a magnetic routine. She gets ready to eat her yogurt and blueberries while I feed the dogs (now dog rather than dogs). We rise at the same time, enter the kitchen.
You’d imagine both of us would know where the other will be in the kitchen and adjust ever so slightly so we don’t bump into each other. That’s not the case.
Instead, she prepares her breakfast, I reach for a fork in the silverware drawer, and there we are in each other’s way. No big deal. She shifts or I wait.
Here’s the thing – we still do this. Spousal magnetism takes over. It pulls us together in some unseen fashion, a force outside our control.
I’ve spoken with other friends about this unique magnetic force. They agree spousal magnetism is real.
Multiple examples have been sent to me. The kitchen seems to be a particularly nuisance colliding point. Magnetism appears extra powerfully there. One person looks for the bottle opener while the other searches for the mixing bowl and the magnetic pull exerts itself, ensuring the two bodies get in each other’s way.
Another example is the wandering around syndrome. One of the two spousal/partner units finds a nice comfortable niche, stretching out, getting comfortable. For no apparent reason, magnetism decides to exert its powers and the other unit finds just that moment to come into the room and vacuum, empty the trash or look for something in a closet.
The upstairs vs. downstairs situation is another example sent to me by multiple readers. You are upstairs. The other unit is downstairs. The magnetic pull switch flips and suddenly the upstairs person decides downstairs is the place to be, or vice versa.
“Why’d you decide to come downstairs?”
“I don’t know. Probably the magnetic pull again.”
You would think with kids out of the house, and with more room for the two units to spread out and not bang into each other that magnetic pull would not exert itself so aggressively. But it does not appear that square footage factors into this equation.
Everyone likes to wander. When the magnet is turned on, watch out for the collisions.
When my wife and I find a contestant continuing to want money after they could EASILY solve the puzzle, we figure greed has taken over. “Turn the magnet on,” we shout at the screen.
Magnetism is a strange thing. It’s like magic. Sometimes it’s on and you have no idea why. There’s an unseen draw.
In this vein, I’ve come up with this term called “spousal magnetism.” This occurs if you’ve had children and they are no longer in the house. Not to say this special magnetism can’t exist when kids are in the house, but they probably interfere with the force and intensity.
Case in point: every morning my wife and I go through a magnetic routine. She gets ready to eat her yogurt and blueberries while I feed the dogs (now dog rather than dogs). We rise at the same time, enter the kitchen.
You’d imagine both of us would know where the other will be in the kitchen and adjust ever so slightly so we don’t bump into each other. That’s not the case.
Instead, she prepares her breakfast, I reach for a fork in the silverware drawer, and there we are in each other’s way. No big deal. She shifts or I wait.
Here’s the thing – we still do this. Spousal magnetism takes over. It pulls us together in some unseen fashion, a force outside our control.
I’ve spoken with other friends about this unique magnetic force. They agree spousal magnetism is real.
Multiple examples have been sent to me. The kitchen seems to be a particularly nuisance colliding point. Magnetism appears extra powerfully there. One person looks for the bottle opener while the other searches for the mixing bowl and the magnetic pull exerts itself, ensuring the two bodies get in each other’s way.
Another example is the wandering around syndrome. One of the two spousal/partner units finds a nice comfortable niche, stretching out, getting comfortable. For no apparent reason, magnetism decides to exert its powers and the other unit finds just that moment to come into the room and vacuum, empty the trash or look for something in a closet.
The upstairs vs. downstairs situation is another example sent to me by multiple readers. You are upstairs. The other unit is downstairs. The magnetic pull switch flips and suddenly the upstairs person decides downstairs is the place to be, or vice versa.
“Why’d you decide to come downstairs?”
“I don’t know. Probably the magnetic pull again.”
You would think with kids out of the house, and with more room for the two units to spread out and not bang into each other that magnetic pull would not exert itself so aggressively. But it does not appear that square footage factors into this equation.
Everyone likes to wander. When the magnet is turned on, watch out for the collisions.