In a continuing series, another illustrative example of how crankypants and I differ.

Him: Congrats on getting into grad school! It ranks very well, too.
Me, thinking (a rare occasion, but I'd had a couple of glasses of red wine, and red wine always makes me introspective): Rankings? Who was even talking about rankings?
Him, continuing: What do your other schools rank? Here, let me look it up on US News..
Me, still not having said a word yet: Wow. I didn't think about rankings at all. Just think, I could have used the rankings as a starting point for applying to grad schools. But no, I did it the hard way, I just randomly searched various universities to see if they had an education school. I am such a moron sometimes. Okay, often. I could have made my life so much easier.
Him: Hello, are you still there? I'm on the website now. Oh look, Madison ranks in the top 20!

You mean, you don't apply to schools depending on how mellifluous their name is? But really, I'm a better person, because I don't rely on statistics and numbers to validate myself and the various educational institutions I attend/hope to attend. (That, and US News consistently screws over my alma mater for not having a large enough endowment. Money isn't everything.) Or, rather, I forget that they exist. Because I am very often clueless and forgetful, and like to do things my way, the harder and more difficult way. It makes life fun.

Another example:

Me: I can't believe you didn't watch the final episode of Sex and the City!
Him: I hate that show. All those girls are so annoying. Besides, I have this oral presentation on the Rehnquist to work on..
Me: They are not annoying. I am going to buy all 6 seasons on DVD, and make you watch them with me.
Him: Ergh.
Me: How's the report coming?
Him: I've read the book, it's just getting thought down on paper..
Me: You know what I used to do undergrad, and it worked every time?
Him: Smile blankly and nod?
Me: That is definitely the meanest thing you've said all night. No, have a couple of drinks. Just enough to get you tipsy, so like three or four drinks. I found that then, my French just flowed so fluently..

Yes, I'm such an alcoholic. A clueless alcoholic, even. But I'm okay with it.