I think if you’ve been a reader for any length of time, you are likely already aware that I am a creature of many bad, bad habits.
One of those habits is frequenting the subreddit ‘Am I the Asshole?’ The idea is that people experiencing interpersonal conflicts write out their side of the axe they are a grindin’, and the commenting population says one of a few things- You Are the Asshole, You’re Not the Asshole (and someone else is), No Assholes Here, or Everybody Sucks Here.
I. Love. This.
My little judgy heart goes pitty pat as I read and make my determination. Sometimes I support my views with thoughtful, considered feedback, and other times I decide to be the Gollum commenter and say ‘Not it’s business, preciouses.’ Either way, it’s a pretty good fuckin time as far as I’m concerned.
So on Sunday, Rick and I were enjoying a well earned afternoon of mellow, talking over what we want to do with the kitchen remodel we’ve been considering. This includes pricing different pieces and watching YouTube videos to decide how hard something is going to be, then pondering over how long my kitchen would be out of order while we figured this shit out.
Rick- Why the hell do the cabinets have to be black?
Me- Cause it’s me. This is not going to be a Suzy Homemaker cow and gingham fuckin sunflower kitchen. It’s MY kitchen. Black with Star Wars wallpaper. It’ll be fabulous.
Rick- /nods mostly not doubtfully- So you want to go price it out professionally?
Me- Sure, let’s rip off the band aid and see how bad it is before we decide whether we should attempt this ourselves.
Off we go- and on the way, I pull up my favorite subreddit (not like I was driving or anything, after all), and read AITA for trying to do the 36 questions with my girlfriend, now she’s pissed off and not talking to me.
This was too interesting not to share, so I read it to Rick.
Rick- /snort- his own damn fault, everyone knows you don’t do that shit.
Me- Orly?
And that’s how we started the 36 questions. Maybe I like to tempt fate, or torture Rick.. or whatever.
I’m not going to lie, some of the questions are real groaners. But we did find out some interesting stuff. Neither one of us wants to be famous, cause we like life the way it is. While I’m pretty sure that we weren’t supposed to answer the ‘what’s one quality or ability you’d want to wake up with tomorrow’ with FUCKING DUH I WANNA BE A MOTHERFUCKIN JEDI, well, that answer won’t surprise anyone that knows us.
We also found out just how much value we put in each other, and how different our lives are from where we started. How much more we’ve each become from having that support, that will to jump over the edge together cause we’ve got someone’s hand to hold as we fall.
Or fly.
As for the remodel? We got to the Local Hardware Superstore with our sheaf of sketches and careful measurements only to find the kitchen remodeling section was closed for remodeling.
Isn’t it ironic, doncha think?
Curiouser and Curiouser 