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Just had a huge fight with my wife. She had baked some cookies, and I got home from work and sat down and ate some of them while drinking a Zevia soda. She asked if I liked them and I said "Yeah, these are awesome", not much else. She asked again if I liked them, because apparently, I hadn't made that clear, so I said "No, sweetheart, they're really great. You did a good job." And then we go on to talk about something else, and I can tell she's not completely commited to the conversation and that her mind is drifting. She asks a third time and I get really annoyed and say "Yeah, I already told you, they're great. What else do you want from me? I like them a lot" and then we kind of got into it, about her feeling like I didn't like them or appreciate them enough. Note that this is less than thirty minutes after I got home from a 12 hour shift, I'm tired and trying to wind down. And it's not like I'm sitting there in silence, I'm trying to engage her in a conversation and be generally positive. I mean, hell, I loved the cookies and I was trying to be in a good mood to show that, but I'm not going to sit there and go "Oh WOWWWW these are AMAAAZING, how did you do this etc etc etc". It's just... not what I do. I don't think I've ever done that with anything I've eaten.

So we keep arguing and I kind of set the plate of cookies down on the table in front of me and say "You know, I don't even feel like eating them now! The whole mood has gone sour!" and she goes, "fine then", picks them up and tosses them down the garbage disposal, to which my reaction was just "really?" because at this point, I'm beyond defensive and pissed, which is a bad place to be during this, but I can't help it. Almost everything she said to me hurt my feelings. Then at one point she took my soda and poured that out. Whatever. Like I'm going to be Mr. Calm and Rational now.

Then she said she had taken a sleeping pill and she was tired and that was the reason she was just very straight-forward and not really engaged, because I accused her of being bossy and negative while I was trying to be in a good mood. Now that's fine, I understand that when you're tired, you're not rational, especially after a sleeping pill, but I've been at work all day and I'm tired as well, so when she accuses me of reacting poorly to how she felt about the cookies, it's kind of a double-standard.

So now everything is just shitty and I can't calm down cause I'm really angry. She has a point about stuff and I realize that she needs to be strong for her and not always come out defensive and angry when something irritates me, but I can't do that all the time. I'm not a robot with no emotions, so I don't know if that's what she expects from me or if I'm just being a huge asshole. In my opinion, if you're tired to the point of being offended when someone doesn't launch out of their socks about your baking, then you're probably too tired to interact with people and you shouldn't really try to bring stuff like that up.

Iunno, this might have gotten a little too personal. But it really bugs me and I needed to vent.

Aww, Cracka. That sucks; it's always hard fighting with someone you love. I read somewhere a long time ago that people are rarely ever mad about what they say they are mad about, and for the most part I've found this to be true. It seems like there is probably a bigger problem than just the cookies. Maybe the two of you could sit down (when you're not tired and she's gotten the sleeping pill out of her system) and figure out what's going on. Sometimes after the fact, arguments seem more silly than they did in the moment, and it's easier to talk about things. :)

Sorry for the un-solicited semi-advice, I know you were probably just venting... :I

Ah, no, it's totally cool. It was nice of you to listen. Seriously, I appreciate it.

It's hard to say what it really is without getting too weird about it, but I think she's just had a lot of anxiety lately and she's working through it. But I mostly think it's the tiredness. Also, we're leaving for Chicago tomorrow and I know she's worried about a number of things for the trip, and she tends to over analyze things and get too anxious anyways so... the closer that gets, the more on edge she gets, I think. And I try to remain calm but it's really hard to do all the time. Like I said, we should probably both be in bed or away from each other when we're this worn out. It's just asking for a fight.

Cracka, I don't know what do say other than I sympathize with you. It can be such a frustrating position to have someone get upset with you over what really should be nothing, but to know that there is probably more going on deep down (even if it is just that she is tired or stress or whatever).

Being able to just vent here is the best thing, I know it got me through the school year to actually be able to say the things that have been bothering me.

Honestly dude, I can't tell how old you are but I'm gonna guess high school, and so many people are not mature enough for relationships of meaning at that point it's not even funny(You seem mature, I'm talking about the ladies and other guys). If you like someone, sure, go for it. But take it as an experience, don't let the bad get you down, high school is full of shit for that. As far as opening yourself up to someone you like, ehhhh I would probably advise against that. Not only are you likely to scare her off but it also leaves you more vulnerable when she rejects you so it'll sting more. I'd actually recommend doing some reading on the net about first dates and how to swoon girls and stuff. It seems like hogwash I know but there's a lot of sound advice out there (take with grained salt as recommended). One thing I'll say is to avoid discussing problems of yours or hers until you are good and involved in the relationship. It's a great way to get friend-zoned trust me.

Yeah, and because of that, it just feels like a really personal attack, and so I get super defensive. It's something I'm trying to work on but I'm having a really hard time. I think I need to go see a therapist. I just hate being the guy that gets irritated to the point of anger and then, because I'm angry, suddenly I'm the guilty party and the asshole, no matter what I say or do. Anger is just as much of an emotion as happiness or sadness or whatever, albeit a more destructive emotion that needs to be kept under control moreso than others. But it's not something that happens illogically, anger is a reaction to being hurt, much like sadness. People don't treat it like that though. Bah, I dunno what I'm saying. I'm just justifying.

It is really nice to be able to get something off your chest with no consequences.

Yeah, I know it's hard not to get sucked into fights like that, when you're both in a bad mood. It takes a lot to swallow the pill and take out your frustration in a more socially acceptable form.

Like burning down the neighbour's garage.

Oh yes... :)

because we all do that. :D
For me I'd like to shoot the neighbor's dogs. They constantly poop on our lawn. Their lawn is clean, but our lawn is always poopy. It's like they trained their dogs to poop in only our lawn... :/

Yes, my pets! Continue to poop on Mushroomisland's lawn, juusssttt like I trained you.
Soon, our bid for power will be complete.
:P

There was someone who lived on my street who would always just stand there watching her dogs poop on everyone else's lawns. She would never clean it up after he did so. I mean, I can understand leaving poop once or twice, your forget to bring a bag and are too lazy to walk back. Fine. But to just everyday let your dog do it is just gahh!!!

Though I will admit, the one time my dog left a trail of...extremely loose feces across a neighbors driveway I was at a lose as to what to do. I mean even when you try to pick that up you can't get it all. Thankfully the neighbor saw me trying fruitlessly to pick it up and just was like, "I'll wash that off, don't worry."

And that is Val's lovely story of the day.

Since this is in the venting thread I take it there's something wrong here.

They either have machines automating the tasks now. Or are indenturing workers from Mexico or Arabia to cheapen costs.

today, is bad.

I have my History Extension project to hand in over today, but I have a few last minute things to work on, mostly with the log book.

But.

My petrol light is on in my car, meaning I am just about running on empty. I have twenty bucks, but that is kind of meant for my food for today, but I'll have to spend it on petrol it seems just to get home. That's all right. But I just realised that, uhm, spoiler'd for queeziness and men, I guess:


In short, I think I may have to rush these last minute changes to my project and then go home, basically wagging school, after filling my car with petrol all before my period shows up like: "Hey I thought we should hang out todaaaaaaay" and I make a fool out of myself.

edit: Too late, it's here, and like the annoying red-head cousin with breathing problems, it's here to say.

Sooo, I may end up homeless in the immediate future.

I was working a MISERABLE day job that required me to jump through a crazy number of hoops and idiotic regulations, which all panned out into a shell of what I was promised I'd be doing for a fraction of the agreed-upon pay and a schedule that would change BY THE HOUR (my biggest deal with any job is an organized management team and a regular schedule, which I told them were requisites for me to work there), all after spending the time and money to detox from medication that, even with a prescription, isn't something you can take and work at this hole of a business.

Well, I'm no stranger to bad work situations, but within a couple of weeks I could tell that there's no way I was going to be able to stay here without either going full-out commando stylie on everyone there with an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semi-automatic, pumping round after round into colleagues and coworkers or simply putting a bullet into my own head. I have a high tolerance for stupid bullshit, but not so much with CRAZY stupid bullshit (as-in, being told I wasn't allowed to leave for the night until I move a huge amount of stuff into a space that could not EVER physically hold that much stuff), so I made a few calls and got some strings pulled, setting me up with a new job in a setting I knew that, just on pure statistics, is more likely to be enjoyable than not.

Everything was set, all I was supposed to do was call them up and schedule my first day. That is, it WAS all set up, until the actual manager went on his honeymoon for the week (something I knew about, I was told not to worry) and the person who's covering his position decided that I was no longer suitable for the position. I only got him to tell me THAT much after four phone calls, two of which involved nearly 20 minutes on hold and a mumbling douchebag on the other line who takes "Can you say that again, the phone has a little static and I missed it" as a personal insult.

'Scuse me, but what?

So, now that I've quit my horrible job (something I don't regret, even if I DID have that job I wouldn't have made it another two days without going all shoot-'em-up) I have absolutely no real income to support myself, already two weeks behind on rent and three months late on my internet bill (my roommates, thank Fry, are awesome and said not to worry about it for now).

What makes it worse is how long and hard I had to look for a place with people I not only don't HATE to live with, but actually get along with as friends. Spent years living like a husk in two apartments where I and my roommates absolutely did NOT get along... was so relieved to find this place and now I'm going to lose it.

I mean, at worst case I can go back to Vermont and crash on my grandparent's couch... but that would be basically erasing the years of work I've put into building a life for myself here in Boston.

Not the first time I vaguely miss my days of hitchhiking. Not so much the mental breakdown I was having during that time, but more the lack of any goals to worry about other than my next meal and survival itself.

Wish I could afford a couple of drinks, this is balls.

IT HURTS - IT JUST FUCKING HURTS!

I must have been an idiot to think I could cope with Bentley. He's too big a dog to control any more. I got away lucky in the accident on the dog walk, but what if I'd been crippled for good?!

He's going back to his previous owners TODAY.

Well, someone who is obviously not observant in any way called my dad an asshole when we were in the car and he was trying to pull out of her way. He told her to watch her language and she was like, "yeah, yeah" as she jogged away.

Dude, that sucks. I'm wicked sorry. :-/ Is there any way you can get in touch with the original manager after they get back? Could be there are some inter-office politics going on that need resolving, and it's completely unfair for them to do that to you after you quit your job for them...

The job market sucks right now, even in New England. I'm about an hour north of Boston and I had to work a crap job for months that I hate passionately before I got my current decent job. But if you can get something small and crappy just to cover the bills while you look for a better gig, you may not have to leave the area (I worked a lot of odd jobs – some of them under the table – to make rent for a while).

I HATE COCKROACHES. They are nasty, evil little things that make the worst sound in the entire world when they fall on the ground. That little "KKK" sound, you know they one. I live in Georgia, US, so they are abundant here. In my short 24 years I have had numerous terrifying experiences with cockroaches.

When I was very young one fell off of my wall and landed on me when I was falling asleep.

On the first day of my junior year of college one fell on me in the shower.

In the past two days I have had experiences with THREE cockroaches, all full-sized, all terrifying.


I managed to spray the one from last night with flea spray, and it eventually succumbed to the poison and died, but the one tonight got away from me and slipped into the floor vent (hopefully to die, since I did get him with the spray).

They are EVERYWHERE and I'm afraid to go to sleep at night, afraid to look at my walls.... D: D: D:

It's not just this house, and it's not like I live in poverty. They're just.... EVERYWHERE down here!!

Well now I know that my biological rhythm has synced with OFools'.

awkward, Paul gets periods too.

Speaking of which:

I am home and I am feeling so sick right now, I don't even give a shit if I am techincally wagging school. I feel terrible and ahhhhhhhhhhhh combined with this cold I've had for a few days, it's just death