Your most stupidest arguements with your SO.

In My Humble Opinion
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My last girlfriend and I once argued because my body language told her I had a bad time. Mind you, I thought I had a good time and I told her that I did, but my body language spilled the beans.

It was an off-again/on-again romance. Once, after having been split for a few weeks, we got back together. We fought then because, even though we were back together for two whole weeks, my friends (the ones that lived far enough away that I did had not seen them yet) were not yet aware of it. That was the last fight.

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Pat and I argued about what we would do if a mythical $20,000 were to drop out of nowhere, and we absolutely had to spend it on the house. Pat said he would redo the bathroom. I took great offense to this as he knows I passionately hate our kitchen. And it went from there.

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I broke up with my most recent ex- largely because of the ferocity of the arguments we got into. Among the topics (bear in mind that these have all resulted in Screaming Matches, not just arguments or heated debates):

-Whether my way of making mix CDs (pick a bunch of songs I like from various genres, randomly distribute them among various CDs so as to have a random sampling of music) is acceptable

-Whether it’s faster to get from Palo Alto onto 280 south by taking Page Mill or San Antonio/El Monte

-Whether air conditioning refrigerant is the same thing as engine coolant

-Whether, by responding with a flip answer to a posed Zen Koan (ie, “what is the sound of one hand clapping?”), I was disrespecting her Pagan beliefs

-Whether or not atheism is a religion

-Various incidents related to games of Scrabble

-Whether the fact that I remember these past arguments, and occasionally cite them, means that I’m just a bitter man who can never let anything drop, and who still holds grudges about everything that ever happened to me dating back to the birth canal. (Yes, I’m aware of the meta-irony of me mentioning this here :slight_smile: )

The biggest fight we ever had, however, concerned the following question from an online IQ test:

I maintain that the “best” answer is coconut, but that it’s a horribly phrased question. She claims, and the test agrees with her, that the best answer is grape, and furthermore she claims that this is evidence of her superior intellect.

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I had a yelling match with the ex (reason number 3,567 she IS my ex) while driving north out of Boston back to Maine. She said to get onto a certain highway. I said we were on it. It got loud until we passed the highway sign telling us what road we were on. She lost that one big time.

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This argument lasted six months. Which argument? Whether or not the color is still there when the lights are out.

Six months people. Ah, I love her!

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Before we were dating: Whether my university’s advance registration system for classes was better than his. This event is now known as the “shoe-throwing incident.” [sub]They were Keds, they weren’t likely to hurt him … much[/sub]

A related argument that has occasionally cropped up while telling people the story is whether my shoes were off my feet prior to the throwing (they were) or whether, as he mistakenly believes, I specifically took them off to throw at him.

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We’ve argued about the correct pronounciation of the word “trait”.

We’ve argued about which colour capsicum tastes better.

We’ve argued about which channel has the better news.

None of them were serious arguments, and they gave as an excuse for make-up sex :wink:

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We don’t argue.

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The ex is right–all of them but grapes grow on trees.

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There is no right or wrong. How about all of them but coconuts are soft? All of them but bananas are seed-bearing bodies?

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See, I picked grapes because they’re the only fruit that comes in units small enough to eat whole.

So I’m right . . . but am I smart?

:stuck_out_tongue:

Maybe that’s a question for the SO (my arguments with whom have included a spat about John Edwards, and something to do with a nativity scene . . . but usually they go something like this:

auntie em: You’re mad.

SO: No, I’m not.

auntie em: Yes, you are.

SO: No, I’m not.

auntie em: Yes, you are.

SO: Well, I am NOW . . .

auntie em: I KNEW IT!) :smiley:

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My husband and I rarely fight. In fact, we fight so infrequently, that I still remember this, the stupidest argument we’ve ever had.
We were driving down the road, and Def Leppard came on the radio. He is not a fan, while I don’t mind the band. He turned the radio off and said something along the lines of “I don’t know why they keep playing that band on the radio!” to which I said “Oh what, I suppose they should play more Limp Bizkit?”
(A band that I don’t like, but that seemed to be growing on him, to my annoyance, at the time.)

That led to an argument. It was very stupid. Now it’s a big joke.

We were also driving to Dallas once, and as we approached Austin, we needed to take the Lampasas exit. He was driving, and as we neared the exit, I told him “Exit at Lampasas.”
He drove right by the exit. I asked “What was that? I told you to exit at Lampasas!!” He swore up and down that I told him to “Exit right past this.” which is why he kept driving. That led to an argument.
The next time we drove to Dallas, the exact same thing happened.

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You know, I would have said the banana. It’s the only one mentioned that isn’t round.

Well.

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The pear, obviously. It’s the only one with a homonym for a name. :slight_smile:

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But what about those people with big mouths? Surely they can fit a small banana in all at once. :o

Well, hell. I am NOW! :mad: :stuck_out_tongue:

You were wrong, and your Ex was right. :slight_smile: I have the same argument with my SO, never mind that I’m color-blind and can’t really tell, anyway. As far as I’m concerned, she’s got black hair. I mean, I see black hair, so why is she trying to tell me different? :cool:

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I have to add a few things.

We once had an argument (well, I make points, she makes points, I rebut them, she gets mad) over musical talent. I knew I went a little far when I told her that what she thinks is talent may be subjective to her preferences, but really wouldn’t rank in an objective ranking system. What makes things worse is my wife is an accomplished vocalist. I get a little stupid at times but I can formulate an arguement so I’m usually “right” in the end.

Speaking of stupid, I don’t know what got into me a couple of months ago but…

My wife and I are expecting another little tadpole. She was going through the different cravings and eating habits that some pregnancies include when I mentioned that she may be eating too much. In my defense, I’m a quite a bit larger and more active than her and she was out-eating me. I said it as a joke.
The result could not even be called an argument. I saw that she took my comment seriously and I spent the next 2 hours getting flogged, occassionally interrupted by me backpeddling as fast as I could. Learned a lot that day :slight_smile:

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My ex and I once argued over why he had stopped speaking to me for a month. He said he gave me the silent treatment because I hadn’t properly thanked him for helping out around the house. I said he gave me the silent treatment because he was a complete and total jerk who thought he should be praised to the heavens for carrying the trashbag to the curb. Once.

The whole not-speaking thing kind of backfired because after a week, I enjoyed not talking to him. The kids thought he was a jerk, and when my family found out he wasn’t speaking to me, they all thought he was a jerk, too. And then after a month, when he finally told me the reason he wasn’t speaking to me, I was so flabbergasted, I refused to apologize for not saying thank-you loud enough.

Only one reason he is my ex.

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My current SO and I don’t argue often, at least not about serious matters…

Our most recent “argument”, held just a few days before Christmas, was about whether or not Santa required a test run before Christmas Eve.

“Hello!? He’s been doing this thing for a thousand years…I’d think he has it down pat by now.”
“Even race car drivers do a test run before a race.”
“But race car drivers aren’t magical and immortal, and don’t drive magic cars.”
“Okay, so what if one of the reindeers poop out somewhere over Africa, what then?”
“They’re magical! Nothing is gonna go wrong.”

Yes, we were serious (kind of). And it went on.

btw, Santa is perfect and magical.

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Often times Mrs. phlebert and I argue the most ridiculous stuff. It degenerates to a point when we don’t actually remember what petty little hair-splitting I’m-right-because-I-need-to-be-right b.s. we were arguing about. At that point, the REALLY stupid scuffle begins. Example: we begin to argue

‘we were arguing about ‘al dente’ pasta’

‘no we were fighting about how to tell if your pasta IS al dente’

‘no we got onto the subject of how to make it that way after I told you all there is to know about why they call it that’

etc. etc… which is why anymore I just walk away or hang up the phone. That at least gives us something to actually argue about later, although usually the thrill is gone and it is as if no argument ever took place.

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The song Brick by Ben Folds Five comes on the radio.

me: huh. that song is about an abortion
him: you read waaaaaaay too much into stuff sometimes.

(insert arguement that has nothing to do with Ben Folds Five)

then… years later:

someone on the radio mentions how Brick is about an abortion.

me: I TOLD YOU!
him: what? I knew that.
me: we had an arguement about that!
him: we did?
me: :eek:

(insert arguement)

I can’t believe it, the two stupidest arguements were based on a song - and neither of us even likes Ben Folds Five.

heh. I had to laugh when I heard they broke up.
Serves them homewreckers right! :wink: