God, I was, what… 22? 23 years old?
Was living with Laura and we would have fights about the chores and dishes and who was to do them.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that the pattern was fight → John does dishes. And then I realized the pattern really was Laura asked → John chose something to disagree with → fight → John does dishes.
So I just, like, started doing the dishes without that middle portion which was all just me-me-me. And it really helped! We communicated better, I learned some great habits, and there was no, zero, zilch bad emotional energy which I brought to the table merely because of my refusal to communicate like a growing adult. No, I insisted as if a child, speak to me in my language, otherwise I get to ignore or fight you, and all that attitude did was bring ruin.
Just shameful behavior on my part. Learning to speak the languages of the day, of your communities and interests, of those you love, is one of the joys of life, and I didn’t begin to figure this out until my mid-twenties. Thank you, Laura.
Octo, your entire approach to language makes me sad. And your insistence that you can come into a community and insultingly demand they change for your benefit… for years… without bothering to learn our language, is why you fail here.