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.
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.
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Still feeling lonely?
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.
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
I guess after that explanation, it is pretty random.