• ChexMax@lemmy.world
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    We disagreed for years about the color of our couch. I called it brown. He called it blue. It was a weird grayish brown colored couch, but because it was labeled “slate” when he bought it, he insisted it was blue. We then added a teal blue couch to our house which just solidified my “this is the brown couch” position. We do not, to this day, agree. Eventually we got rid of the couch.

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      Poor couch 😥

      One can also have endless arguments about the color turquoise. Is it rather green, or rather blue? Same as teal I guess.

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        One can also have endless arguments about the color turquoise. Is it rather green, or rather blue?

        The answer to that question is “no”.
        It’s turquoise. You wouldn’t argue about whether orange is yellow or red, either.

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    So this was part of a much bigger discussion and turned out in reality to be mostly due to some unaddressed mental health issues. But on the tail end of an argument, y’know when you’re starting to talk nice again and resolve things, I said something like it’s okay, sometimes you’re just a sad pancake. She burst into tears because she wanted to be a waffle. Hormones and mental health are wild, y’all.

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    My ex-girlfriend worked at a restaurant and they had an annual staff party which was just a house party at the manager’s house. When we opened the door and started taking our shoes off one of the new server girls was shouting at the manager “Don’t call me Lonestar!” and he was like “Yeah whatever Lonestar” and she screamed at the top of her lungs “DON’T CALL ME LONESTAR!!!” and shoved him hard, he fell backwards and landed on his ass and she screamed a battle cry and started punching holes in the drywall, busting up her knuckles and bleeding everywhere. We put our shoes back on and just left. She got fired