# Tell me about your dumb fights and or bickering! **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [November 16, 2015, 8:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730 "2015-11-16T20:02:01Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 6\ **Page:** 2
**Author:** ![Sunny\_Daze](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/sunny_daze/32/438_2.png) [@Sunny\_Daze](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sunny_Daze)\ **Post date:** [November 20, 2015, 12:12am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730/21 "2015-11-20T00:12:05Z")
Some of our stupidest fights ever came after we bought our first house, and were moving in. We had moved into several places together, so who knew that **buying** a house would cause all sanity to disappear. We fought about everything from where the bookcase would go, to how we would arrange the bedroom. Let me tell you that we are people that before and since do not give a fuzzy rat’s ass about these matters. “What’s that honey? You want to try the bookcase on the dining room table? Sure, fine.” Pretty much anything can be undone, right? That moving day it had to be PERFECT because home ownership was PERMANENT. 18 or so years later we laugh about it. ---
**Author:** ![danthemanx](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/f4b2a3/32.png) [@danthemanx](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/danthemanx)\ **Post date:** [November 20, 2015, 12:00pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730/22 "2015-11-20T12:00:31Z")
ok stupid fights, I am currently in a rough patch now so I guess its stupid fight all the time, but 2days ago I came up on the Justin bieber song “what do you mean” so I am rocking the song loud my partner yells I sending message to him with that song I am like wtf?? “what do u mean” he yells don’t play games blah blah fight starts then ,he goes yes keep saying “when will you leave when” , "when will you leave "lmao like serious I said he is saying “what do u mean” then he is like ooo I heard wrong , like really! so I find that whole fight was really silly don’t everyone know that song :rolleyes: ---
**Author:** ![Grrr](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/grrr/32/146_2.png) [@Grrr](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Grrr)\ **Post date:** [November 20, 2015, 12:48pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730/23 "2015-11-20T12:48:43Z")
My ex wife and I got into a huge argument over what would happen to society if we had artificially intelligent robots (that were self maintained) that catered to our every whim. The idea being, humans would no longer need to work. They could just do whatever they want and always be provided for. ---
**Author:** ![Orange\_Skinner](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/o/3be4f8/32.png) [@Orange\_Skinner](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Orange_Skinner)\ **Post date:** [November 20, 2015, 10:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730/24 "2015-11-20T22:59:28Z")
An ex and I were at Bob Evans. Both of us had an interest in space and science fiction, and, as we waited for our food, we were talking about the people who wanted to volunteer to colonize Mars, a topic that was in the news around that time. From there we branched out to the larger hypothetical of, if humans had the technology to go to Earth-like or terra-formed planets in other galaxies and colonize them, whether or not we would sign up for such a mission. It was assumed that you’d be there for life. I had a number of practical questions, such as whether or not various important people in my life could be sign up to be part of the colony, too; what the climate and terrain of said planet would be like; what kind of work you’d be doing day-to-day once you arrived…that sort of thing. I love fleshing out a good hypothetical, and was just starting to get rolling with this, when he cut me off and stated that he would sign up to colonize any planet, no questions asked. I, still thinking (like a sane person) that this was a light-hearted hypothetical conversation of no great importance, said something about how scrapping Earth for just anything was pretty risky. For example, you could end up on a planet where the gravity was much stronger and made you feel like you were walking with lead shoes on, the atmosphere smelled like cat pee, and the only edible plants that grew in the alien soil were space quinoa and space mushrooms (both of which he hated [the terrestrial versions, that is]). For a moment he just sat there staring at me with…fury? Disgust? A growing certainty that we were totally wrong for one another? I’m still not sure, but suffice it to say it was a very displeased countenance across from me at that Bob Evans booth. Then, in this cold, detached voice, he said “ **I don’t know why you have to shit on my dream**.” At first I thought he was kidding. Doing a very good seething-with-quiet-rage bit, but kidding. Had to be. But the seconds ticked by. “You’re serious?” I stammered, still not quite believing. “You think I just _shit_ on your _dream_?” My voice was incredulous, not angry or mocking, just plain incredulous. I was thinking, _How is this his dream? Fantasy I can understand, but a dream, as in, thing-I-plan-to-do-in-the-future? Doesn’t make sense. Even if it truly is, then having shat upon it thusly has done him a tremendous service, as his plan was clearly so poorly thought out…_ He responded with, “Yes. And I can’t believe that you wouldn’t come with me. That you don’t love me enough or don’t appreciate the hugeness of this opportunity, and would stay here on Earth and let me go alone.” I said I had no interest in leaving my family and Earth behind for a lifetime on Planet Shit with him, or with anyone else. Our food arrived. We ate in silence. At some point, he wept quietly. It was the most awkward meal I’ve ever had. ---
**Author:** ![delphica](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/e9a140/32.png) [@delphica](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/delphica)\ **Post date:** [November 21, 2015, 12:47am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730/25 "2015-11-21T00:47:46Z")
My husband was annoyed or upset or something over the lack of adult supervision in Dora the Explorer, like who would let a little kid go cross a river filled with crocodiles? And then he was annoyed that _I_ wasn’t upset about it, so I said that I always thought of it more as imaginary play. He thought that was dumb, and I wanted to know how that was any more dumb than taking Dora literally, because she has a talking backpack, for heaven’s sake. ---
**Author:** ![WOOKINPANUB](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/wookinpanub/32/132_2.png) [@WOOKINPANUB](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/WOOKINPANUB)\ **Post date:** [November 21, 2015, 4:43am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730/26 "2015-11-21T04:43:07Z")
So very many more examples are flooding into my head but one that is making me giggle especially is once when I was driving down the road with Shirt Boy (by the way we also had a carrot fight; the stir fry I made contained carrots that weren’t sufficiently mushy:rolleyes: ). I always tried, and still try, \*not \*to be the driver when travelling with a boyfriend; for some reason my driving brings out the asshole in them. Not in anyone else, mind, but I guess when one is in a relationship it is full license to be a dick. Anyway, we’re driving down the road and there’s a mass of pigeons in the street. Usually when you approach any kind of bird they’ll take off as soon as you get close enough but these were not budging. I’m talking, I was less than a foot away and they showed no sign of moving. I just couldn’t keep driving into them, though I’m sure I “knew” in my heart that they would take off at the last second. Still, I just couldn’t do it. Asshole is simultaneously mocking me and laying into me about it and I just . . .got out of the car. I told him what a, well you can imagine, and I simply walked away and I never, for the rest of our time together , drove anywhere with him. There’s actually a Seinfeld episode where George is in the same situation, only he keeps going and his girlfriend is horrified:p [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/tell-me-about-your-dumb-fights-and-or-bickering/737730.md?page=1)