personally, i'm a very big fan of visual symmetry and balance. i like walls with two sconces, tables with pairs of candlesticks, etc. i have four tattoos on my legs: two on the right and two on the left (two of which are almost identical representations of a phoenix, one "hot" colors and one "cold" colors"; one on each leg in the exact same spot). you get the idea.
my marriage to CawfeeMate is also an exercise in balance and symmetry since he is, just about, everything that i'm not: physically he's short, fair and strong and personally he's neat, tidy, organized, serious, responsible, thrifty, level headed, etc and we balance each other out perfectly. all his strengths make up for my short-comings and vice versa. we're, basically, Paula Abdul's Opposites Attract video (i'm not sure which one of us is Paula and which is the cartoon cat, but you get the idea).
In direct contrast with being a big fan of symmetry, i'm also a big flaming ball of entropy, leaving chaos and disorder in my wake of fabulousness and fierceness. true to form, CawfeeMate is usually not far behind me restoring order to (most) of which i've torn assunder and the place where this is most obvious (to me) is the dishwasher. when i load our dishwasher it is with zero regard for placement of...anything. my objective is to cram as much crap in as possible to get the job done and get the dishes clean without lifting a sponge so i can play Castlevania III. unfortunately, when i load a dishwasher it's 90% negative space.
He, on the other hand is the king of Dishwasher Jenga and usually shoos me out of the way and rearranges things so that the entire dishwasher is filled with plates, pots, glasses and silverware with 1% negative space but still allows for pretty damn good cleaning. as someone with incredibly poor judgement and 3D imagining, watching him is as fascinating as it is infuriating. not surprisingly, he's also an incredible parallel parker and great at furniture placement.
on the flipside, the minute the diswasher finishes, i empty the thing of all the burning hot plates. if it was up to him, they'd sit there for days. see? balance.
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No offense, but the plea "I don't do it right/well." Don't cut the mustard. If you put half as much effort into loading the dishwasher correctly that you put into Castlevania III - you could do it. I beleive in your ability to do this task that a 10 year old could do. Yet you have a slave who does the mundane for you. Lucky you? yes. Lucky Steven? Let's ask him - Steven? Are you lucky that you have the superior ability to load a dishwasher that some people claim not to have?
God I'm funny.
once again, RC you've left me utterly speechless in the face of a blatant attack of vitriol an twatiness. way to go.
Well, I can't load a dishwasher either. But then that's fine, as I don't have one. My Paris apartment being such a bijou pad that there's no room. Or some such nonsense...
Listen. Dug can't load a dishwasher. I mean - we have only been together a year. But I don't care. He would wash the dishes with 7 items in there. I do not give a shit. I just rearrange it when he's not the one loading. It's an effing dishwasher. Ease up. There are more important things in life! Like having clear surfaces and not balling up wet towels and sweaty clothes. Right?! Are you with me?!!!!
i am totally buying that man a tea kettle when you get engaged.
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