Obfuscating Stupidity
Otherwise known as do not underestimate the boyfriend.
There are times I really do forget how sneaky he can be. It's not that M is dumb (far from it!), it's just that he's not book smart. He has ADD, a goldfish memory (which oddly is getting better from hanging out around me), and dyslexia. He also works a typical manly-man job as an oil company mechanic repairing and manufacturing parts of oil rig equipment. If you didn't know him and were judging based on first impression, you could easily write him off as a stereotype.
However, what isn't said is that he does have a higher than average vocabulary. While he can't spell worth shit, if he has a scribe, you'd be amazed. He reads well and likes working out puzzles. He can also build a computer from the bottom up. I once told him that according to my Oral Literature class, it's more of a recent thing that written literature has gain prominence but even now there is still a focus on oral literature because of the world is illiterate, thus why carriers of oral literature have such good memories. My theory is that if he had been placed in an oral literature focused environment, he probably would have done very well because he would have had a reason to keep his memory going. Instead, we of the modern world focus on writing stuff down.
Need to remember something? Write it down. Need to look up something? Read it. You see where I'm going here?
He can also play chess rather well. Now I"m no chess master (far far away from it) but I'm not an idiot. The thing is he kicks my ass on a regular basis and I know better than to underestimate him in the beginning, middle, or end of the game. Just because he's being random isn't always the intention. Sometimes he has a plan; other times he playing mind games with me because he knows I always over think things. Not to mention I use the same tactic every single time to win so if you know what I'm up to, it's not difficult to mess up my plans.
And that's exactly what he did...GARG!!!!!!!!!!!!
In case no one heard me the first time: BLARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!
You see, after the last couple times of almost sinking through the semester, I have finally conceded to the idea of dropping courses even this late in the semester is better than failing. In fact, yesterday I was very much entertaining the idea until one little problem when I mentioned this to M. Apparently I had forgotten what I said I would get him for Christmas: my passing transcript for the semester. While technically yes I would be passing if I wasn't in any courses by university regulations, it won't work with him. So basically the little bastard took my easy way out.
It would be one thing for me to drop the one course bringing down my average for passing the term but it's a different game if I'm doing it to run away again. Now this would normally be no problem if I hadn't fallen for the first trap. I had asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He said he didn't want anything. I kept persisting till he laid down that yes there is one thing he would like, one very small thing: he would like my passing transcript for this semester.
Now the little bastard is more than aware I could get him almost any material thing within reason very easily. Just point me in the direction of a mall. But instead he asks for this, which I can't refuse because I really do want to give himself something that he wants. And it's not just lip service too for either side. He genuinely wants it, as he stated, because he's selfish. Because he wants me to be happy and he knows if I pass on my own power I will be happy. Plus I won't be stressed out and worried, causing him to be stressed out and worried about me.
Again let me repeat. The little bastard!
Yes I really do want to stomp my foot and pout, screaming this is unfair but...he genuinely wants it and goddamn it I want to give him something as a gift. And unfortunately for his argument, it is within my power to give him.
So what is today's lesson? Never underestimate the obfuscating stupid; you're just being played. Especially when you're well aware that's what they're capable of doing. *facepalm*
There are times I really do forget how sneaky he can be. It's not that M is dumb (far from it!), it's just that he's not book smart. He has ADD, a goldfish memory (which oddly is getting better from hanging out around me), and dyslexia. He also works a typical manly-man job as an oil company mechanic repairing and manufacturing parts of oil rig equipment. If you didn't know him and were judging based on first impression, you could easily write him off as a stereotype.
However, what isn't said is that he does have a higher than average vocabulary. While he can't spell worth shit, if he has a scribe, you'd be amazed. He reads well and likes working out puzzles. He can also build a computer from the bottom up. I once told him that according to my Oral Literature class, it's more of a recent thing that written literature has gain prominence but even now there is still a focus on oral literature because of the world is illiterate, thus why carriers of oral literature have such good memories. My theory is that if he had been placed in an oral literature focused environment, he probably would have done very well because he would have had a reason to keep his memory going. Instead, we of the modern world focus on writing stuff down.
Need to remember something? Write it down. Need to look up something? Read it. You see where I'm going here?
He can also play chess rather well. Now I"m no chess master (far far away from it) but I'm not an idiot. The thing is he kicks my ass on a regular basis and I know better than to underestimate him in the beginning, middle, or end of the game. Just because he's being random isn't always the intention. Sometimes he has a plan; other times he playing mind games with me because he knows I always over think things. Not to mention I use the same tactic every single time to win so if you know what I'm up to, it's not difficult to mess up my plans.
And that's exactly what he did...GARG!!!!!!!!!!!!
In case no one heard me the first time: BLARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!
You see, after the last couple times of almost sinking through the semester, I have finally conceded to the idea of dropping courses even this late in the semester is better than failing. In fact, yesterday I was very much entertaining the idea until one little problem when I mentioned this to M. Apparently I had forgotten what I said I would get him for Christmas: my passing transcript for the semester. While technically yes I would be passing if I wasn't in any courses by university regulations, it won't work with him. So basically the little bastard took my easy way out.
It would be one thing for me to drop the one course bringing down my average for passing the term but it's a different game if I'm doing it to run away again. Now this would normally be no problem if I hadn't fallen for the first trap. I had asked him what he wanted for Christmas. He said he didn't want anything. I kept persisting till he laid down that yes there is one thing he would like, one very small thing: he would like my passing transcript for this semester.
Now the little bastard is more than aware I could get him almost any material thing within reason very easily. Just point me in the direction of a mall. But instead he asks for this, which I can't refuse because I really do want to give himself something that he wants. And it's not just lip service too for either side. He genuinely wants it, as he stated, because he's selfish. Because he wants me to be happy and he knows if I pass on my own power I will be happy. Plus I won't be stressed out and worried, causing him to be stressed out and worried about me.
Again let me repeat. The little bastard!
Yes I really do want to stomp my foot and pout, screaming this is unfair but...he genuinely wants it and goddamn it I want to give him something as a gift. And unfortunately for his argument, it is within my power to give him.
So what is today's lesson? Never underestimate the obfuscating stupid; you're just being played. Especially when you're well aware that's what they're capable of doing. *facepalm*