Jon’s work was crazy, so he got home much later than anticipated (nearly midnight). I was showering, so he came in and showered with me and let me know that his presentation is so behind that he had to be back at nine in the morning, so no good night sleep for him! Including commutes to and from work, and getting ready in the morning, he’s looking at six hours of sleep. After a quick shower, he got out to grab a bite to eat. I was feeling like a leisurely shower, so I took my time, did some leg shaving, put some deep conditioner on my hair.
When I got out about 15 minutes later and was drying my hair, Jon came back to brush his teeth and pee. We talked while he was doing it – I told him a quick, funny story about work today. He’s sleeping with Lora tonight, and when he went into the bedroom with her, I heard her say “That is totally not fair and OK”. And he ask “What?” She said “You were just in with Liz talking and laughing. Why aren’t you talking to me?” He said “I was talking to you the entire time I was eating, and Liz was still in the bathroom when I used it, so I talked to her while I was in there. Now I’m in the bedroom with you.” To which she said “yeah, but you’re just gonna go to sleep. You should be talking me. You never talk to me like that.“
Two things of note: One was that Lora was talking in a sort of jokey voice. You know; the one people use when they’re kinda joking, but not really, and if someone takes strong exception to what they say, they can say “Jeez, clearly I was joking – don’t be so sensitive!” That one. Also Jon kept pushing back at Lora and repeated “We were talking while I was in the bathroom. We can talk if we’re both in the bathroom at the same time.”
And so they argued about it for a few minutes (with Lora saying “I’m just saying. I notice things like that”) before Lora changed the subject to something cute one of the cats did earlier today. Knowing full well that Jon has to be up in six hours and counting.
It’s the little shit like that that both makes me not want to live with her and also causes me to say to myself “Are you fucking for real? You seriously have to bitch about a five-fucking-minute long conversation in the bathroom? Really?”
Ladies, gentlemen, gender-neural, gender-queer and agender folks, this is what a person who doesn’t have mental problems and doesn’t need therapy sounds like. Yep.
Sounds totally healthy, doesn’t it?