November 29, 2006

Random Battles

I wanted to collaborate with Spike tonight on a post idea. Here's how it went down:


Me: Honey, can you give me some ideas for a post I'm writing?

Spike : Sure.

Me: What random battles do you fight?

Spike : The battle of the bulge.

Me: That's not random.

Spike : What do you mean?

Me: There's a purpose to want to lose weight.

Spike : Well, I wrestle with my own self loathing.

Me: No, no, no. I'm talking about things that you do that don't make any sense. Like me not wanting to find out the sex of our baby. Or not eating veal but eating any other animal. Or never letting anyone at the grocery store help me load my car.

Spike : Uh, I don't fight battles that don't make sense.

Me: Oh.


Suddenly I feel very alone.

5 comments:

compulsive writer said...

I'm pretty much a "choose your battles" kind of gal, but I'll have to say I'm with you on the parts about being surprised at delivery and being capable to load my own groceries into my car.

Still feeling lonely?

Anonymous said...

I fight against the urge to throw Oreos into the sea. But then I think, "starfish need Oreos too." So I just chuck them on in--sometimes crumbled, sometimes not.

Other fights I have:

Driving is a contest. When I'm on the road, I have to win.

Eating is a contest too. No one should finish before me.

I hate being shorter than anyone else, so I walk around on tippy-toes in public.

I'm very vocal about my political views, but I don't vote.

And I always get the last word.

Anonymous said...

At restaurants, I refuse to order what someone else has already ordered, so Darren and I race to "claim" a dish first...otherwise, I'll fight him for it.

I correct people's grammar (yes, I'm *that* girl).

I fight small, useless battles all the time. I'm with you, Sarah. And I think Adam is lying through his teeth.

~claiborne

Adam said...

i don't consider correcting the grammar of those you love a useless battle. a losing battle, yes. but not useless.

chronicler said...

heh heh this is great. I don't eat veal either. But not for a random reason. We live near a few dairies that box up their calves at birth. It creeps me out. Yes the chickens I eat probably never ever get to feel terra firma either, but they only live an average of 82 days.

I guess after that explanation, it is pretty random.