Hi, consider this rhetorical. Far from being "joke of the day", this is actually a serious post (for lack of a misc.forum). I'm hoping to clarify the concept of "retrospective perspective". Please pass it on, as it may save time and grief for zillions of people, by helping them realize that it makes sense to explain stuff holistically to people who are in the dark. (Somewhat similar to explaining visuals to blind people. Picture Helen Keller's Aha! moment.) RETROSPECTIVE PERSPECTIVE This is based on my real life experiences, but without a doubt, there were way more which i can't remember. (1) Long ago, on various forums, i'd been agonizing over which sink strainer to get. As I recall, some people had been sorta flippant (or confused?) as to why I was making a big deal over a relatively minor issue. That had frustrated me, because: for one thing, I didn't realize you can use any cheapo strainer with any drain, so what if i invest in a strainer-plus-its-drain-underpart, only to realize afterward that the strainer bothers me? and: secondly, I didn't realize that it doesn't matter if tiny bits of stuff escape down the drain (thus my concern over strainers which turn clockwise to Open/Close, because small bits tend to get trapped between outer rim and drain, and: thirdly, I hadn't yet experienced those cheapo screen-type strainers nor had i experienced non-odorous p.v.c. drains. At the time, my rusty-metal drains were extremely odorous. Once I changed them to p.v.c., it didn't matter when I put a cheapo-screen strainer, because there was nomore odor. So from all the above, and what follows below, you can now deduce how to imaginatively anticipate many possible scenarios which "he or she" may not realize. As in "hmm, perhaps she doesn't realize that she can use any junk strainer with her drain? Perhaps she doesn't realize that the above part isn't called a Drain but rather a Strainer? Perhaps she doesn't realize that it's OK for small particles to escape thru the outer-rim in those strainers which turn clockwise? THAT must be why she's agonizing, so instead of poking fun, let's go thru all the possible angles she may not be realizing. (2) My relatives had been laughing at my giving them a microwave dish-cover. Like, duh, who the heck needs this thing? I was confused because I had thought it's supposed to prevent wetness from shooting everywhere & making a mess. But now in retrospect - i realize the opposite is true - which they didn't think to explain to me! Because of that, I basically had decades of frustration from wet microwaves all because i followed instruction manual!! See, the instruction manuals constantly discuss covering and uncovering food within the microwave. So I thought, hey, i probably can never go wrong keeping food covered when cooking in microwaves, as long as i keep the Cover-Vents open sometimes. Surprise, surprise. Recently, when i came across some instructions about cooking macaroni easily in a microwave, that's when i finally finally realized how i'd have been better off not using a microwave cover for most foods all along, and to use parchment paper around corn-cobs and so forth. ...So why don't microwave instructions explain these things better, geared to dummie cooks? (3) My long-ago typing teacher failed to explain that to achieve Capital letters, you need to hold the Shift button simultaneous with the text-letter. For some reason, everyone else figured it out, except for me, which caused me intense embarrassment at not catching on to what everyone else did. The way I did it, was first press Shift, then release it, then press the text-letter. How was i supposed to know? Teachers need to anticipate that one person who is different; that one person who doesn't learn by "tinkering or osmosis" the way so many seem to do. (4) Here are two "mouse" stories. The 1st mouse story was long ago, when my computer screen was acting ornery. So online techs were for the most part advising that it sounds like it needs a new board or something to that effect. The thread dragged out thru various posted advices. Eventually i figured it out, by testing it directly using the laptop-fingerpad, rather than mouse. It turned out to be either the mouse, or else the green/purple adapter connected to the mouse. That's what fixed the problem! The 2nd mouse story, is when i read about a couple who thought accusatorily about their neighbors, thinking they were dirty and therefore mice were tracking crumbs around from the neighboring apartment into theirs. So after many fruitless bouts with exterminators (who themselves were confused) the couple finally moved due to jittery frustration. It turned out, that they owned some footwear with a cheaply-produced rubber sole, which shed pieces that looked exactly like crumbs! Guess what - my having read that story saved me the SAME EXACT grief. Because initially, i felt very accusatory at someone for tracking crumbs in my bedroom UNTIL i remembered that story, and sure enough, voila, the soles on my clogs had gotten extremely crumbly from extreme heat. (5) As a child, I used to look downward while walking. I thought that otherwise, i'd trip over potential obstacles in my path. Clear thinking, isn't it (even if it's not experimental-thinking? See, nobody ever explained to me the concept of peripheral vision. In fact, one of the teachers at the school decided to take matters in hand aggressively. She gave me dire threats, after which I began staring at the ceiling, afraid to look downward due to her threats. As a 4-year old child, I was asked if I want to be a flower girl. I assumed I'd be sent away to some academy for that, so I yelled "NO! I don't wanna be a flower girl!" I guess nobody at the time bothered to define what "flower girl" entails.. Yet another childhood tale: My friend was with me on a seesaw swing; we were seated across from each other. I boasted that I know which is my right hand & left hand. I said, "see? this is my right hand." So she retorted, "No!! this is my right hand!" We proceeded to frustratedly "correct" each other, not realizing we were BOTH correct from our own perspectives, seated in opposite directions... I guess nobody ever explained that to either of us... In summary, I'd be surprised if others here don't have at least one or more similar stories out of their near or far past.