Nardo Leaves the House With the Stove and Toaster Oven On
No Way I'm Backing Down on This One.
Nardo left the house today leaving the stove and toaster oven on intending to come home, without telling me.
He left an oven mitt sitting on the hot toaster oven while cooking something.
It could have been a tea towel for all he cares. It was cloth. It was hot.
He's gone out and I went down to relax on the mat, but the toaster oven and stove are left on. I removed the mitt, it was hot. Later when he came home, I impressed upon him -- Never leave the house with the stove oven or burners on. Just don't. Don't leave cloth sitting on the hot stove or toaster oven.
We had to shield the back of the toaster oven with a baking sheet, to stop the wires from melting from his high heat cooking. So an oven mitt on top is not a good idea.
Rather than saying he won't do that again (same old lame apology and he's a fucking recidivist), he started rationalizing that it was no bog deal. Not that he didn't mean to, but he didn't think it was a problem.
He immediately began to rationalize that it was ok because he was coming back. He never communicated that to me before he left. I had no idea how long he would be or that he even did that. The mitt could have lit on fire while I'm pissing around in other parts of the house. And if I weren't home, there would be no one to catch that either. My point is to be conscious of potential fire hazards.
He said he only went out for "five minutes" (Nardo time) and that I shouldn't be concerned. I said that's not the point, you live with others and you need to be aware of house safety. He insisted that he intended to return before the mitt caught on fire, if I didn't catch it catching on fire.. What? !!
I told him not to rationalize , that there is no excuse to leave the stove on, unwatched, when you leave the house for any amount of time. It is just stupid to do that, whatever his reason. - (Bad choice of words, but that's all that I had while trying to relax on the mat) - The house is clad in wood slats, the mitt is made of cloth, the toaster was hot, he left the house, the mitt was hot. I took it off. What is your argument? It's just that he has to be right to save face so he doesn't look like an asshole.
He said, "You're being emotional."
I said, yes I am.
He said, "You're not being rational. Nothing happened!" (Like that justifies it?)
I said I don't care.
I was now getting hot under the collar, Enough with the excuses. Admit you did it, and never do it again.
What you did was stupid. Admit it. (Bad choice of words, but that's all that I had) Accept it.
He said, "You're afraid."
I said, yes I am. I'm concerned for everyone living here.
I'm concerned for the house burning down, and you're being stupid.
He said, "Rational thought says you're overreacting."
Ok Spock, then I feel a clear and present danger in you, and that you rationalize something that involves the safety of everyone living here. I feel a clear and present danger in you that you are being highly irrational.
I repeated, don't ever leave this house with the stove burners on. It's stupid.
If he doesn't come back... (I can dream..)
If he gets his by a bus... (I wish!!)
If he gets delayed and the mitt gets lit, (God forbid!)
Didn't you mother teach you about playing with matches? I said.
"So you think I'm a kid!" he argues.
Well, yes, I do actually, I thought to myself. A 35 year old kid. I don't trust you farther than I can see you.
He shows no remorse, only that he is right in his thinking, and no visible concern for others. Yes, I trust you, like a thief!
Of course I'm afraid, I told him.
There is another intelligence other than just rational, it is intuitive. Don't play with fire.
And you are wrong. Accept it and move on.
And don't ever do that again. Don't ever leave the house with the stove or oven on. And I don't want to talk about it.
"Well, those aren't the house rules", he argued, "Those are your rules."
He continues to escalate and trying to prove I am wrong in his mind. I could see him chasing his tail. He continued to escalate and leaned over top of me, planting his face into mine, the way he did when he first met me at the other house, and came home to a drunk when I was trying to relax and meditate from a hard day at work. *See other personal traumas, with alcohol and stupid assholes.
Lying on the matt with him still shouting in my face, I told him that shouting is making my face hurt.
He didn't stop. I got up and shouted back to block him.
He threatened to hit me. He triggered my anger. He's so fucking immature and inconsiderate, it hurts me to think about it.
I told him to back off and I turned and left.
I don't want to hit him, but... he kept shouting. We both kept shouting. He's surely fucked up and is acting out his insecurity by trying to be right, with his irrational argument.
I said there's no argument. He's wrong. Don't ever do that again.
I know I would have hit him. I wanted to hit him. I had to leave. I did. He slammed the door behind me.
I went for a walk. Nardo stayed home, cooked his mush, stuffed his face and played X-box. Now he has to deal with shame of his stupidity and negligence.
As for his so called transgender, he is not in the slightest instance, 'femme', not even 'fatale'. He's a fatalist, looking for a soft suicide so he can rationalize killing himself and being right.
What a fuck head.
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Nardo left the house today leaving the stove and toaster oven on intending to come home, without telling me.
He left an oven mitt sitting on the hot toaster oven while cooking something.
It could have been a tea towel for all he cares. It was cloth. It was hot.
He's gone out and I went down to relax on the mat, but the toaster oven and stove are left on. I removed the mitt, it was hot. Later when he came home, I impressed upon him -- Never leave the house with the stove oven or burners on. Just don't. Don't leave cloth sitting on the hot stove or toaster oven.
We had to shield the back of the toaster oven with a baking sheet, to stop the wires from melting from his high heat cooking. So an oven mitt on top is not a good idea.
Rather than saying he won't do that again (same old lame apology and he's a fucking recidivist), he started rationalizing that it was no bog deal. Not that he didn't mean to, but he didn't think it was a problem.
He immediately began to rationalize that it was ok because he was coming back. He never communicated that to me before he left. I had no idea how long he would be or that he even did that. The mitt could have lit on fire while I'm pissing around in other parts of the house. And if I weren't home, there would be no one to catch that either. My point is to be conscious of potential fire hazards.
He said he only went out for "five minutes" (Nardo time) and that I shouldn't be concerned. I said that's not the point, you live with others and you need to be aware of house safety. He insisted that he intended to return before the mitt caught on fire, if I didn't catch it catching on fire.. What? !!
I told him not to rationalize , that there is no excuse to leave the stove on, unwatched, when you leave the house for any amount of time. It is just stupid to do that, whatever his reason. - (Bad choice of words, but that's all that I had while trying to relax on the mat) - The house is clad in wood slats, the mitt is made of cloth, the toaster was hot, he left the house, the mitt was hot. I took it off. What is your argument? It's just that he has to be right to save face so he doesn't look like an asshole.
He said, "You're being emotional."
I said, yes I am.
He said, "You're not being rational. Nothing happened!" (Like that justifies it?)
I said I don't care.
I was now getting hot under the collar, Enough with the excuses. Admit you did it, and never do it again.
What you did was stupid. Admit it. (Bad choice of words, but that's all that I had) Accept it.
He said, "You're afraid."
I said, yes I am. I'm concerned for everyone living here.
I'm concerned for the house burning down, and you're being stupid.
He said, "Rational thought says you're overreacting."
Ok Spock, then I feel a clear and present danger in you, and that you rationalize something that involves the safety of everyone living here. I feel a clear and present danger in you that you are being highly irrational.
I repeated, don't ever leave this house with the stove burners on. It's stupid.
If he doesn't come back... (I can dream..)
If he gets his by a bus... (I wish!!)
If he gets delayed and the mitt gets lit, (God forbid!)
Didn't you mother teach you about playing with matches? I said.
"So you think I'm a kid!" he argues.
Well, yes, I do actually, I thought to myself. A 35 year old kid. I don't trust you farther than I can see you.
He shows no remorse, only that he is right in his thinking, and no visible concern for others. Yes, I trust you, like a thief!
Of course I'm afraid, I told him.
There is another intelligence other than just rational, it is intuitive. Don't play with fire.
And you are wrong. Accept it and move on.
And don't ever do that again. Don't ever leave the house with the stove or oven on. And I don't want to talk about it.
"Well, those aren't the house rules", he argued, "Those are your rules."
He continues to escalate and trying to prove I am wrong in his mind. I could see him chasing his tail. He continued to escalate and leaned over top of me, planting his face into mine, the way he did when he first met me at the other house, and came home to a drunk when I was trying to relax and meditate from a hard day at work. *See other personal traumas, with alcohol and stupid assholes.
Lying on the matt with him still shouting in my face, I told him that shouting is making my face hurt.
He didn't stop. I got up and shouted back to block him.
He threatened to hit me. He triggered my anger. He's so fucking immature and inconsiderate, it hurts me to think about it.
I told him to back off and I turned and left.
I don't want to hit him, but... he kept shouting. We both kept shouting. He's surely fucked up and is acting out his insecurity by trying to be right, with his irrational argument.
I said there's no argument. He's wrong. Don't ever do that again.
I know I would have hit him. I wanted to hit him. I had to leave. I did. He slammed the door behind me.
I went for a walk. Nardo stayed home, cooked his mush, stuffed his face and played X-box. Now he has to deal with shame of his stupidity and negligence.
As for his so called transgender, he is not in the slightest instance, 'femme', not even 'fatale'. He's a fatalist, looking for a soft suicide so he can rationalize killing himself and being right.
What a fuck head.
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