Let's Have A Fight!

She and I do not have real fights all that often. We are both exceptionally cruel and heartless people when angry, and both very stubborn. We've learned that it is in our best interest to just smile and nod when we disagree, at least for the most part.

That said, we do have these little fights quite often that manifest themselves as a lack of home maintenance on both our parts.

Normally, I will make food, pick up dishes, do garbage, shovel the walk, and occasionally pick up the house when I start to see things moving out of the corners of my eyes all the time. She looks after the cats, cleans up the cat puke, does laundry and will sometimes pick up the house when she realizes I'm not planning to clean up a whole bunch of shit that isn't mine.

When we argue, this division of labour is reduced to her shovelling out the cat shit, and me bringing home enough takeout to feed us for an evening. I don't want to do shit for her when she's being a dick, and she (possibly correctly - who am I to say?) seems to think I do nothing for her even when we aren't fighting, and wants to do nothing for me, especially when we are.

I should take a second here to mention that I don't mean to sound bitter. I think it's personalities, really. I like when people do little things for me like rub my back, or offer to make food after I've worked the job I hate for ten hours, or allow me to come home and just relax and have some quiet time. I feel good when I do these things for others. She, however, doesn't really care about any of that. Honestly, I am less and less sure what she wants out of this. Maybe it's the stability. Anyway, because she doesn't really have any special appreciation for that kind of stuff, she doesn't naturally really do that kind of stuff. I wouldn't call it selfishness, per se, so please, don't get the wrong idea.

Anyway, the result of this stoppage of maintenance is that the house gradually fills up with garbage and cat puke and all this other nasty stuff until one of us breaks down and cleans up.

Usually, this is not me. I lived with six other people for a year and a half. I am happy enough with the house not being constantly destroyed - constantly gross makes little difference to me. I am rarely here anyway, at least when I can help it.

This was going somewhere. Then I saw something funny online and kind of lost the train of thought. Oops. Maybe later.



I just found out this laptop has bass boost. It activated by moving the pipe and buster off the speakers.