Fun!
6am. Tom's alarm. NPR. News Report. Karl Kassel. He has this annoying 'click' in his mouth when he talks, like he's completely dehydrated and at random moments in his sentences, it smacks. You know when you have dry mouth and it sounds like you're chewing with your mouth open, but sooo subtle and minced-in with words... UGH.. One of my pet peeves.
And I say, "I HATE listening to Karl Kassel." TOm says, "So what exactly am I supposed to do about that?"
My brain is now toggling the purple grateful dead bear that I was dreaming had his fingers in Kassel's mouth with the complex navigation of not getting defensive, but being utterly confused. Add to this that I'm completely exhausted and was just expecting to hear "why?" if anything at all. If we talked about it, I was going to share my silly, perhaps adorable, perhaps intimate quirk of not being able to stand the dry talkers and wouldn't that be a nice ridiculous bonding expereince?
I say, Nothing, I was just commenting. Tom says, (he's pissed) "It's really hypocritical for you to expect Miranda (my SD) not to do that when you do it all the time." What are you talking about? "So what *precisely, Carolyn* do you want me to do about that? Are you trying to ask me to get up and turn off the radio?" No, then I would have said, would you please get up and turn off the radio. I was making a statement. (he's still pissed) "Well that's not how I heard it. Why is it different when you do it than when Miranda does it?" Because Miranda is trying to fulfill a need without making a direct request. When she whines and says, 'I'm hungry' she can't make herself a ham sandwich, so it's a passive way of asking us to make food for her and it's our job to teach her that being direct will fulfill more of her needs more efficiently. I was making a comment. I am an adult and I can fulfill my own needs and make my own ham sandwich.
And HE says, "Well then you can go pick up the dog kennel."
... wtf!
and it escalated from there. It ended with me saying sarcastically, Have a good day. "I doubt it." and I said, Well thanks for sharing, asshole.
SLAM.
The dog kennel was a request from Tom, a favor granted by me, a generous stranger holding it for us and I work 10a-10p for 3 days and don't have want, reason, vehilcle, or time to go get it. I sent the stranger and Tom and email, introducing them.
Fulfill your own damn needs.
Oh, and you're welcome.
As Eddie would say, "It ended in a ditch, covered with petrol, on fire. Fun!"
And I say, "I HATE listening to Karl Kassel." TOm says, "So what exactly am I supposed to do about that?"
My brain is now toggling the purple grateful dead bear that I was dreaming had his fingers in Kassel's mouth with the complex navigation of not getting defensive, but being utterly confused. Add to this that I'm completely exhausted and was just expecting to hear "why?" if anything at all. If we talked about it, I was going to share my silly, perhaps adorable, perhaps intimate quirk of not being able to stand the dry talkers and wouldn't that be a nice ridiculous bonding expereince?
I say, Nothing, I was just commenting. Tom says, (he's pissed) "It's really hypocritical for you to expect Miranda (my SD) not to do that when you do it all the time." What are you talking about? "So what *precisely, Carolyn* do you want me to do about that? Are you trying to ask me to get up and turn off the radio?" No, then I would have said, would you please get up and turn off the radio. I was making a statement. (he's still pissed) "Well that's not how I heard it. Why is it different when you do it than when Miranda does it?" Because Miranda is trying to fulfill a need without making a direct request. When she whines and says, 'I'm hungry' she can't make herself a ham sandwich, so it's a passive way of asking us to make food for her and it's our job to teach her that being direct will fulfill more of her needs more efficiently. I was making a comment. I am an adult and I can fulfill my own needs and make my own ham sandwich.
And HE says, "Well then you can go pick up the dog kennel."
... wtf!
and it escalated from there. It ended with me saying sarcastically, Have a good day. "I doubt it." and I said, Well thanks for sharing, asshole.
SLAM.
The dog kennel was a request from Tom, a favor granted by me, a generous stranger holding it for us and I work 10a-10p for 3 days and don't have want, reason, vehilcle, or time to go get it. I sent the stranger and Tom and email, introducing them.
Fulfill your own damn needs.
Oh, and you're welcome.
As Eddie would say, "It ended in a ditch, covered with petrol, on fire. Fun!"