People Who Have A S/O With A Disability Or An Illness Share Their Stories.
Love is a powerful thing. The following AskReddit users share how they still make their relationships work, even when one of them is suffering from an illness and/or disability. Proving that once we move past the surface, people are not their conditions.
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My boyfriend is in a wheelchair. He has a slow ascending paralysis which might stop or it might not.
I love him to pieces, but sometimes I wish he would give himself more credit. He is the best human I know, and it sucks that he doesn't always see that.
Self-worth in people with a disability is a fragile thing, and it's taken me years to find ways of working around it. By far the hardest part about being with someone with a disability (at least from my experience) is their mindset.
My wife was diagnosed with SLE (systemic lupus erythematosus) when she was 9. We're in our thirties, happily married for over 10 years. She is without a doubt the strongest person I know, dealing with all of the stuff she goes through. Lupus is terrible, and after all of this time caring for her (a full-time task at this point), I'm still learning.
She is riddled with rheumatoid arthritis and can barely move. Her bones are so brittle that the doctors gathered to see her scans at her bone density test, fascinated that it could be happening to someone so young. She has the bones of a 70-year-old. She has diverticulitis, irreversible dental problems (thanks to years of steroids), vasculitis, and pericarditis (fluid around her lungs and heart, restricting breathing).
Last April, at age 32, she had a heart attack. A heart attack at 32. She survived thanks to an emergency stent. She's now on blood thinners that make her blood so thin that a slight cut could be an absolute disaster. I try not to think about it, but we are extra cautious in everything we do now.
I've done it all. Carried her in and out of the shower. Wipe her after she uses the toilet. Injected her stomach every day for over two years. You think of it, I've likely done it.
But she has to live within that broken body every minute of every day. She can't sleep because of the pain. It frustrates me that I am doing all I can, but it's not enough and never will be.
I barely keep it together, but her stubbornness and love for our children are what gets me through each day.
I met my fiance at work. She works in tech support and is classically trained in opera from a prestigious music university.
She also has cerebral palsy. I help her in bed at night and help her get her legs on the couch, but outside of that, between crutches and a power chair, she is self-sufficient.
I love her like the morning sun. The best thing I have done with my life so far is asking her to marry me.
My boyfriend of 7 years is blind. I was living in the dorms sophomore year of college, and I loved sitting outside listening to him talk to people and speak so freely about his disability. He went blind when he was 18, so he felt very comfortable telling his story and educating people about blindness. I gave him my phone number one day (cell phones talk), and we began dating.
I guess, at the time, I was just looking for a college boyfriend. I didn't really stop and think, are you willing to marry and make a life with someone who can't drive, has very limited work options, etc.? When I graduated college, I definitely felt scared that maybe I was making a mistake in being with someone with a disability. But I love the guy so much.
As other people on this thread have said, everyone has difficulties in relationships. Ours are the limitations due to the disability, but as a couple, we do great. I guess I realized what really mattered to me, and we would just try to work through all of the challenges together.
The hardest part is work. He is so driven and enthusiastic and wants to make a difference in the world. Working in a factory or restaurant just does not fulfill him, so he's still trying to figure out what he should do for a career. Disability income is not nearly enough to live comfortably, so I pick up most of the expenses in the household. I want to live somewhere isolated and surrounded by woods, but can I really do that when it would be isolating him from the rest of the world since he can't just jump in a car and go? These things are challenging for both of us. He struggles with feeling worthless, and I struggle with thoughts of "what if.."
Overall, I believe in us, and I believe that things will work out. I believe he will eventually find a career that he loves, and we will have enough money to hire a driver. I know that I have it better than so many people, and so does he. Blindness has taught us a lot about patience, being thankful for what we have, and pushing through the struggles because we really don't have much of a choice.
My wife has had type I diabetes since she was 9-months-old, severe rheumatoid arthritis since she was 16-years-old, and had a kidney transplant three years after we were married. She's tough!
When we met, I was in the Navy, and she was in college. We dated for five years before we married, so she kind of knew what she was in for, but being a Navy wife is hard. We moved five times, and she was on her own every time I deployed, and most of the time when I was stationed at sea, my ships were "Out on Monday, Back on Friday," so she was home alone then too.
She even got a second BA while I was deployed!
We've been married twenty-seven years, thirteen of which I was on active duty.
She has some difficulty walking and has developed nodules on all of her fingers, which makes using her hands a challenge. Her arthritis has been (mostly when we were first married) so painful that I've had to help dress her and even help her off the toilet. She takes so many meds that if I didn't have insurance from being retired military, we'd be paying over $3,000 per month. As it is, our co-pay is over $200/mo. She has approximately one to two doctor's visits per week.
I love her, and I wouldn't trade her for the world. I'm nothing without her.
My dad has a terminal slow-moving kidney disease that is inheritable, and all of the early warning signs are blaring for me. It's tough watching him go through it. It is even making him lose his hearing.
But watching my mom soldier through it. She has mastered the art of reading with a booming surround sound system on. She can now sleep through everything and still manages to wake up at the slightest inkling that anything is wrong.
My S/O has OCD.
I don't know how to relay how much more serious his condition is than it's portrayed. He won't talk about it openly because it gets trivialized so often. It's not really that he organizes things or is just super anal. It's more like he won't eat for days if he sees something that triggers him. He will wash his hands repeatedly to a point where they crack and bleed.
On the off chance that I would be able to get him to consume something, you'd still have to be cautious of everything around you. Are you driving to the restaurant? Is there anything that looks diseased (like roadkill) on the way there because, if so, then no eating. Are there enough people in the restaurant? Does the waiter look like they've washed their hands? Are there any marks on the glass/silverware/plate/food etc? If all of that meets his standards, then hopefully he'll eat.
When things go wrong, they tend to have an avalanche effect. The first place, someone nearby mentioned rats. The second, there was a black mark on the glass. The third, the food had a red spot. It gets frustrating for us both (not to mention expensive).
I find myself caught in a pattern of annoyance/anger and guilt. I deal with anxiety myself and start to feel the tight pang of stress, eventually in the cycle, which is replaced with guilt because I know how hard he is trying, and how it hurts him to see me stressed.
Ultimately I love him so much. He is trying so hard to deal with it. As I'm typing (he's sleeping next to me), he rolled over and tucked his head into my side with a smile. Everyone goes through some stuff. How you deal with it is what matters.
My husband isn't special needs, but he suffers from a rare form of migraines that give him stroke like symptoms. He gets the numbness, paralyzes, loss of motor skills, impaired speech, and all of the other classic stroke symptoms. Every time he has one, his neurologist wants an MRI of his brain to make sure he's not having an actual stroke (his risk of having a real stroke is higher than the average 32-year-old man). So, when I take him to the hospital, I have to speak on his behalf because he's so incredibly incoherent that he can't even give his own name and date of birth. The doctors do not treat us well (he's 6'4, covered head to toe in tattoos, and is usually wearing a metal band t-shirt) and always try to imply that he's having some sort of drug overdose. The man is afraid to even take an ibuprofen unless I read the ENTIRE bottle label to him. He doesn't use drugs, and it angers me that they assume that just based on the way we look. The first time I witnessed one of these migraines, I was so scared. He hadn't had one in three years, which was before we were together, so I kind of panicked and called 911, and they had trouble carrying him out of the house to the ambulance. Now that I know what his condition is, and what kind of symptoms it causes, it's not as scary to me anymore, but it's definitely heartbreaking watching the person you love suffer from these horrible uncontrollable symptoms.
Not my current S/O, but I dated a guy for a while who is deaf/blind. He has been blind since birth, but as he's getting older, he is also losing his hearing and relies on hearing aids. We met while I was in college studying to be a sign language interpreter at a camp for deaf/blind people.
It was a great relationship, the only thing that was really strange to me was that he never turned lights on. I understand it was totally unnecessary for him, but as a sighted person it was kind of weird. He would just walk around in a dark apartment.
Another thing that was strange, he was trying to learn tactile sign (like what Helen Keller used). I was also trying to learn so although he could hear with hearing aids when we would take a bath together, he would have to take them out, and we didn't really have a way to communicate. He could talk to me, and I could try and respond using tactile signs, but tactile signing is hard, and it didn't work very well. Being completely unable to communicate was strange, but also kind of nice that we could just enjoy each others company.
We ended up breaking up amicably because he was moving several states away for work. It was a fun and interesting relationship while it lasted, and it gave me a real appreciation for my sight and hearing which I definitely take for granted.
I'm legally blind, and while I don't require a whole lot of help, my other half has been great for putting up with the fact that I can't drive. Other than my disability, we're a pretty stereotypical boring happy couple, and we like it that way.
My partner has severe depression, OCD, and has been the subject of psychological abuse by her mother and an ex-significant other for most of her life. Simply put, I found someone who operates on the same frequency as I do. Instant chemistry at first sight. We've been seeing each other for half a year now. I love her more every day. The psychological issues pale in comparison to this. Sure, sometimes it's annoying when she has to triple check that the door is locked when we're trying to leave, but it doesn't matter. She could check the door 100 times if it meant she could have some peace of mind. I love her for so much more than her flaws, and she loves me for so much more than mine.
After a year of dating, my now-husband went to work a couple of hours at his family-owned deer processing shop on Thanksgiving morning in 2012. He was overly confident in something he's done a million times - pushing frozen pork through a meat grinder without the tool you'd normally use (it's inconvenient or doesn't work well or something). His hand got caught, and he lost all of his fingers and about half of his palm. His surgeons were able to reattach a digit as a little thumb.
Overall, it hasn't changed things much. The recovery process was really difficult, and he had to learn how to do a lot of things like tying his shoes. I help him with a few things like putting a belt on through his jeans. It definitely brought us together. We got engaged a few months after it happened. Someone posted in a thread yesterday how couples should all go through "bad times" together, and it couldn't be truer.
My boyfriend recently got into a motorcycle accident and had to have his leg amputated below the knee. It's not a huge handicap, but he has not received his prosthetic yet and basically gets around on crutches and sometimes in a wheelchair. Our first date was a week and a half before his accident, and after it happened I realized that I did care about him quite a bit. It's been hard for him to adapt he's 24, and so fiercely independent that relying on people for help makes him depressed and frustrated. He's strong and young, so he will bounce back quickly enough, but it has brought us closer than I think anything other than time would have. He's kind and brave and so optimistic and strong that I think he will turn out a better person at the end of this.
My S/O has dyslexia. Despite this, she was an amazing student in college, way more ambitious than me, and she had to work twice as hard than the average student. For as long as I can remember, I've been editing and helping her write her papers as often as I could.
Her disability doesn't bother me at all, but it stops her from enjoying the more difficult literature I enjoy reading, and I always saw myself being with a writer.
My ex and I were together for 5 years after he suffered a TBI. The main thing it impacted was his short term memory and you would never know he dealt with it. He's a great guy. We are still friends. The relationship just wasn't gonna work.
Overall, it made school really, really hard for him. He still is trying to pass his CPA. I tried not to get frustrated with his memory loss, but I remember an incident over pizza where he forgot the 'no tomato' part of the order.
I also feel like he deals with the disappointment of everything by drinking.
My dad had ALS for 4 years and passed away when I was 10. For my mom, I could see that it was draining, but I could also see how much she loved him. She'd work from 5 to 2, and so I'd have to get up early before school and get him in his chair before the caretaker got there. We spent thousands on trying to find a way to make the progression halt, from science to homeopathy.
When he finally passed, it was the most bittersweet thing I've ever felt. I mean losing your dad at 10 sucks, but knowing that he's no longer stuck, and knowing that my mom no longer had to see him suffer was such a pretty sight. He constantly had rashes on the bottom of his thighs, and he couldn't scratch it, and when it was unbearable he had us scratch it, but he'd always cut us off early because he didn't want to bother us. I knew he suffered a lot, and it hurts me when I think about it, so him passing was ultimately for the best.
My wife had a stroke in 2004. It affected her judgment, memory, language, and impulse control, but not her intellect. It makes it very hard sometimes because she can't work- aside from the brain injury, she also has a number of physical issues including spinal and brain problems (and surgeries to correct same) unrelated to the stroke, which means she's at times been unable to walk, etc.
She gets so frustrated sometimes because she knows that her brain isn't working right, but can't control some of the effects- like aphasia. She can come nearly to tears trying to find a word, and simply carrying on a "normal" conversation in a social context is utterly exhausting.
Your brain consumes the vast majority of your body's energy output. People with brain injuries frequently need even more of that energy simply to maintain, which means they're often exhausted far sooner than "normal" people without a brain injury.
Oh, and did I mention, she has asthma and diabetes?
It's even worse than you might think in some ways because while she has all these fundamental problems, it's not obvious. She doesn't have a partially paralyzed face, slur her words, or have obvious cognitive issues. It's the worst kind of brain injury to have because it's so profound and so subtle at the same time.
My boyfriend was diagnosed with Crohn's disease at age 20, a couple years before I met him. At 5'10, he withered down to 100 pounds and constantly had diarrhea, butt leaks, pain, urgency, etc. So when I met him a few years later, he had gained some weight and was getting back into the routine of having a job (we met at work). At first, it was a little hard to understand, but I know all of his quirks and the things he needs/can't have. We usually only go out for fast food because, as weird as it is, he knows what he can eat and is afraid to eat too much of anything I have at my house. If I take him to a new place, I always make sure to tell him where the bathrooms are. I know not to lay on his stomach. I know what gives him cramps. I know what medicine he can take and how much butter to put with his eggs. I invited him on a trip that we'll be taking in a few days. He's been having panic attacks about the 6-hour drive just because he's afraid to trust his stomach after his past, but he's really excited. He told me I helped give him the confidence to get out and live again, and he helped me in the same way (I have depression). I wouldn't trade him for the world, and we're always happy to help each other.
My girlfriend has chronic regional pain syndrome and functional movement disorder. As a result, walking can present a real issue some days and leave her in a wheelchair. She is unable to exercise and is bigger than what she wants to be, even though she diets. She is way too harsh on herself though and covers up and tries to avoid making friends as she is scared that if she gets worse her friends will leave her again.
She volunteers at a charity that grants wishes to terminally or seriously ill children, is currently sitting her A level exams, and is in her second year of an open university degree in psychology. She takes her exams at her home as she has been through a rough patch and lost her hair (and causing depression).
It's a long distance relationship currently, making it really tough for both of us, especially when I see her struggling. I've been with her through tough times and carried her to her bed from the car after she had multiple seizures, but I think there is still an element of doubt in her mind that I will leave her for someone closer and more able bodied.
I complement her daily and have spent hours making and painting things that are related to her and have special memories, but she is feeling down more and more.
I really wish that I could help her see how amazing she is. She quite literally saved my life when I was going through some tough times with my diabetes. I was living in the hospital, and she came to see me as often as she could and would just sit with me and tell me it was going to be okay.
I'm 56 and my wife is 53. We have been married for 33 years.
She has a degenerative bone disease and has so far had 25 or 26 surgeries.
About 2 1/2 years ago, she was standing behind a car directing the driver as he was backing up. The elderly man mistook the brake for the gas, and she was struck in the head by the car. She has traumatic brain injuries that will never "get better".
She has undergone a complete personality change, has virtually no short term memory, and it has been a real challenge learning how to live with my 'new' wife.
My girlfriend had a stroke when she was younger, so she can't use her right hand/right leg very well. She will get super self-conscious and down on herself, and it drives me insane sometimes because to me she's one of the strongest people I've ever met. She's smart, hard-working, kind, and beautiful to boot. I have no problem reminding her of those things either.
I just worry because I don't want one of these bouts of self-doubt to cause her to miss an opportunity because she can do anything.
I try to keep in mind that I have no idea what she's going through. I just get frustrated when she sees herself as anything but fantastic and awesome.
My bf has Poland's Syndrome. I'm colorblind and have epilepsy. We take care of each other really well. He's a programmer, and I'm amazed at how fast he types with one hand. Also, I call it his power puff girl hand and sing the theme song when he's doing stuff around the house. He joins in after like a minute or two so it doesn't bother him. He hates it when people want to help him do stuff. He lets me help occasionally, but only if he asked for it. I'd hear, "Hey, two-handed humans, please do this for me." Or, "I need a hand." Yeah, the hand puns get pretty bad sometimes.
My S/O has several heart conditions. Every night I fall asleep trying to cope with the fact that she might not still be there when I wake up. It's tough, but she's worth it. And when that day finally comes, I want to be comfortable knowing I enjoyed every second I had with her.
Have you ever found yourself in an argument so stupid and/or pointless that you were sure you were being punked? Like you keep looking away from the other person to check your surroundings for places Ashton Kutcher and a camera crew could come popping out of?
You're not the only one.
u/Anti-hollowkid asked: What is the dumbest argument you've ever been in?Brace yourselves, folks. Some of these arguments are breathtakingly bonkers. The sheer number of people who are willing to argue with someone over provable facts and what that other person likes or doesn't like is just ... stunning. It's stunning, you guys. Just not in a good way.
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My wife and I once argued over whether or not I liked mustard on my hot dog. I was for me liking mustard, she was against me liking mustard.
The argument lasted way longer that you could ever imagine it would.
A Stair Step
My brother and I argued if our staircase had 13 or 14 steps, based on an argument about if the floor of the second floor counts as a stair-step or not. We still have no solution.
My dad is a stairbuilder and I spent many summers working at his warehouse, so I can clear this up. 14.
My husband and I have this thing where we only say "I love you" on Saturdays. Every other day it's "I love you, but only on Saturdays." I don't know how it started, but it's been going for 11 years now.
We're both shiftworkers, so sometimes we have to stop and think what day it actually is. We had an argument recently over whether it was Saturday or not. I said it was Saturday, he said it was Friday. It was Monday.
I remember when I was about 13 my parents had an hour-long shouting match that ended with them almost getting divorced. The issue? Whether or not the nation of Iraq has a coastline.
My mother arguing that Iraq had a coastline, while my stepdad argued that it did not. This was back in 2004, and they are still quite happily married to this day. That incident is something they look back on and laugh about, and both of them admit it was really a pretty stupid thing to argue over.
With an ex:
"I owe you $80 for the bills of ours that you pay, and you owe me $40 for the bills of ours that I paid. Here's $40 in cash; we're even."
She did not understand this.
I literally had to go get another $40 out of the ATM, and hand the $80 to her. Then I had her hand me the $40 she owed me.
"Now how much do you have in your hand?"
She still didn't understand.
She somehow has a college degree.
When we were kids my brother and I got in a physical fight because he said I like mini wheats and I insisted I didn't. His argument was that I always sang the mini wheats song and I was deeply offended that he wasn't aware that it was just stuck in my head but I hated the cereal. I actually did like the cereal I'm not sure why I was arguing with him about it but I remember how genuinely angry I was.
I'll tell you about the only legal trouble I've ever been in, the fight that got me arrested. It started over whether we should return a box of crayons or not, and to this day I don't have any idea how it escalated to the point of the cops being called, but they were and I was the one taken in.
My boyfriend insisted that when two people are in an argument and one makes a point so reasonable and logical the other one can't disagree with it - it's unfair. I tried, logically and reasonably, to explain several times why that is just winning the argument, proving your point thoroughly and is completely fair.
His answer was that I was being unfair.
How the ch in masochism is pronounced. My friend caught me saying "masoKism" while he would say "masoSYism."
To be fair, he grew up speaking French, in which the ch in masochism is pronounced in "his" way. But he insisted that I was the wrong one here and that was just infuriating.
A woman was adamant that looking at the big solar eclipse on the television was unsafe unless you were wearing glasses. She wouldn't believe us and insisted on emailing NASA to check.
A Non-Standard Ruler?
I worked for a company that made signs. We had a customer ask for signs that were 7mm wide that were to go on a door. Our sign makers figured the order meant inches because 7mm is pretty small, so made them 7 inches. I got a phone call from the customer who went mad at me for making them the wrong size. So I put a reorder through for 7 mm.
Argued with the sign makers over it but they eventually agreed to do it after I shown them the order in writing. I even had the customer put her complaint in writing, reiterating the size they wanted.
7mm signs went out and a day later I get the customer on the phone literally screaming at me.
Cue the dumb argument - we ended up having an argument over how big a millimetre is, and obviously everyone in the office were laughing, but this customer just wouldn't accept it and said we must be using a non-standard ruler to measure.
Ended up being escalating to the sales department manager who refused to issue a refund. We still don't know what they actually meant.
This Unusual Vegan Argument
Was in a pub with a few friends, and some random Dude dropped an ear, and somehow figured I'm vegan. Well, people like him are the reason I usually avoid mentioning it. He came up to me and insisted on starting a discussion about veganism. He claimed that by the end of it, I would be eating meat again.
He listed some stupid arguments, I told him I was not convinced and then tried to keep on drinking beer with my friends. He followed me, and wanted me to "try to convert him to a vegan." I stupidly listed some of my reasons thinking it would make him go away. He told me he still was not convinced, so I was like whatever. Again, I really just wanted to drink beer with my friends.
That dude followed me all night and expected me to try make him vegan. Doesn't matter what I said, and all the reasons that for me are obviously good enough to be vegan. He'd be just like "No, that doesn't convince me, therefore your argument and how you life is stupid."
Didn't matter how often I told him that I honestly don't care; 5 minutes later he would come up to me again "I'm still not vegan, so veganism is stupid, all your arguments were stupid, now give me a good reason to become vegan!" At one point, I was literally yelling at him that I don't give a single flying f about what he eats and why, that it's in no way my responsibility to "turn somebody vegan" and in no way his business what I eat.
Honestly, for that dude, I would have bought a whole ham, just to shove it up his stupid annoying face.
In college my roommate and I argued about a line in Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The scene with the Black Knight where the line "Alright, we'll call it a draw" is uttered. We argued about who said that line, whether it was King Arthur or the Black Knight.
It went on for hours longer than it should have because I was stubborn and refused to admit I was wrong.
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Whether Albert Einstein or Arnold Schwarzenegger would be more useful to have around during a Zombie apocalypse. How on earth would Albert Einstein come in handy!?
Below Sea Level
I live on an island and when you go upland and you look out the sea looks like it's higher than or on the same level as the land. It's just a weird perspective thing because of the horizon. One day some kid says that it's because the island is under sea level.
I'm like wtf bro all of us would be with the fishes. He argues that no that's not true and if I just go upland I'll see. We then spend a good 5 minutes of my time arguing about it until I decided to leave this kid in his stupidity. He even said we shouldn't believe everything adults tell us and sometimes we need to think for ourselves.
This kid was older than me and was going to a good school. Lost my respect for him ever since then.
Someone tried to fight with me over how to spell my name.
Now, my name is in a lot of languages with slightly different spellings. I would have accepted any of those spellings, but this one was just... Not even close. It didn't make any logical sense.
An analogous example is if my name was Thomas and someone was insisting it was spelled Tomash. And not just the name Thomas in general, but that me specifically, on my birth certificate, was named Tomash. I know how to spell my own name.
I swear to god, it went on for like an hour.
Whales Are Mammals
I was in an online chat room one day, and we were talking about whales. I commented on how whales are mammals and the next thing you know, someone was arguing with me and trying to convince me that a whale was a fish.
Stupid microwaves. Having a man child talk down to me about how microwaves work only for him to google it and prove me right. He slept on the sofa that night.
My friend keeps telling me that the norm is that a person should shower once a week. This has been going on for years. I'm almost convinced he's trolling me.
No Balloons For Grandma
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky.
He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space. Releasing balloons is terrible for the environment and kills/harms so much wildlife.
He got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
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How dolphins reproduced. It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence. The argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day.
I repeatedly had the argument with a friend over whether roosters were chickens. She was convinced that only the females were chickens (hens). We were 18 at the time.
Me and my friend were drinking underage, we ended up in an argument of whether lightning McQueen's eyes were blue or green. Somehow throughout the whole thing both of us never thought to straight up google a picture.
But ... Ice Floats
Woman wanted ice on the bottom of her drink.
Now read that sentence again and try to imagine arguing with that particular brand of stupid.
Time Zones Exist
Coworker claimed that it was the same time of day and the same season on the whole globe. Had to get 4 coworkers to confirm to him that time zones do in fact exist.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?"
"no, it's red"
"YOU CANT EVEN KNOW"
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
I'm late, but I saw this question and instantly remembered that I was booted from a Facebook group because I called someone out on a lie that was not only bull, but extremely pointless. She was friends with the moderator and they made the case that my argument over such a little lie was more of a problem than the lie itself (though they didn't refer to it as a lie.)
The woman said that she used to babysit for Andre 3000 and that his name was Andre 2000 - but he changed it after the year 2000 had passed. This was so easily disproven it was ridiculous. Their debut album came out in 1994 and he was already going by Andre 3000 at that time.
The argument wasn't a huge long drawn out thing, but the fact that either of us were on Facebook at separate times meant that the responses were over a long period of time so this argument lasted a few days.
It was stupid.
Stars Like Our Sun
I was arguing with my grandpa about stars he didn't believe that there are other stars like our sun. Basically he thought there is only the sun, the moon and the earth.
I have a degree in history. I mostly focused on nationalism. Wrote a 50 page paper on it and Richard Nixon with around 50 100 sources. Looked at micro film for hours on end. Part of the paper focused on how Nixon being chair of the house committee of Unamerican Activities was used as a powerful weapon to use against political enemies. It also inspired Joe McCarthy. Have had people tell me I was wrong and Nixon was never elected to a position besides the president and Joe McCarthy came before Nixon. I stopped trying to talk history to people.
I also know quite a bit about the history of the Balkans its amazing how many Serbs refuse to believe Tito did anything wrong.
Wrote 100 page paper on nationalism in Israel. Its frustrating to talk about because for some reason a lot of people think Palestinian firing rockets randomly into Israel is ok but if Israel retaliates the people get up in arms over a targeted air strike that kills 3 people.
Balloon to Heaven
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky. He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space.
And he got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
I got into an argument with a co-worker over how we were attaching two pages of a letter together: small binder clips or paper clips.
He felt that paper clips would leave a "dent" in the paper when removed, but binder clips won't. He refused to staple them together. I felt that binder clips would also leave a "dent", so we might as well just use the paper clips.
It ended with him saying: "Do what you want [me], I don't care!" and storming off.
Once got accused of faking being Jewish. Why? I have no clue. We argued over the course of a month, any time I'd bring it up and she heard about it, she'd begin going after me for "faking it".
My mother's side is ethnically Jewish. Grandparents were practicing.
3 friends and I once got into an argument about how to pronounce Nutella. It lasted for about 3-4 months. It was hilarious how serious we took it, it'd get heated but never for real serious.
I think someone even called the company that made it to check, or that may have been for the Cheetos company. We were really bored in high school.
Late to the party, but there it is.
I'm a manager at a small store. We're only 4 working there, so my team and I grew very close and we joke around a lot. Once during a slow shift, my employee and I had an argument because we were looking at the lingerie boxes, and I thought that two specific boxes had the same woman on it, but she was 100% positive they weren't the same person.
Looking back, I don't know why it was such a big deal to us at the time, but we even called another employee who lives across the street to come and tell us what the heck was up with that. Turns out I was right, and she was pretty salty about it. It was a great night.
Wicked Witch of the West
I almost got into an argument with an old girlfriend over Glinda the good witch from Oz. She insisted that Glinda was manipulating Dorothy to assassinate the Wicked Witch of the West and convince the Wizard to leave to create a political void she could fill.
I conceded the issue when I heard the whole premise because I thought it was too damn stupid to get worked up over.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Just the other day I legit got in an argument with my co-workers on why I don't like my butt being grabbed by anyone (I'm a guy). Seriously.
They went on about "I don't mind it. Mike and I do it all the time and we don't care." Yeah, that's nice dude, but I'm not you, and there's something called "Keep your hands to yourself" (which was taught to a good portion of us growing up). Just like how Karen wouldn't like it if I touched her boobs or her grabbing your crotch or frankly ANY area you wouldn't like being grabbed, keep away. In general, you should not be touching me in any areas after I've told you not to several times before.
So unless you're sleeping me or dating me, keep your damn hands off my toosh.
My best friend and I argued over whether or not telekinesis was possible. Her argument was that humans don't yet know what the human brain at 100% usage was capable of, and that telekinesis was inside the possibilities.
I said the brain does use 100%, just at different times.
We didn't speak to each other for four days.
How dolphins reproduced and whether or not ghost existed (back to back with the same person). It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence (the argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures).
How it shifted to the existence of ghosts is a solid and reasonable question to ask (I don't remember why). I had to then proceed to tell her that ghost hunting TV shows do not constitute as undeniable evidence.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day. This was in high school SO... hopefully she was kidding.
Dogs and ChocolateGiphy
I told this stupid woman that chocolate is toxic to dogs. She went on to tell me how a little bit will just make them hyper and then they will calm down. I told her to google it. Her and her bf shut right up. Now they have a kid. Good luck, Jeremy and Andrea. morons.
I should also add that this argument started because Jeremy was giving his tiny dog chocolate and I told him it was toxic.
Is water wet?
My roommate and I have a recurring argument over whether or not water is wet l, and whether or not a person is considered wet underwater.
For the record, it is no to both questions.
A kid a church telling me about the mission trip I went on. Not only was I not on that trip, but I had never been on any mission trip. We were good friends, so it's not like he would've mistaken someone else for me.
He insisted I was there as if an entire week long trip would just fall out of my memory. He even had stories of things we'd done together. I'm not sure if he thought I was lying, joking, stupid, or crazy, but I was pretty sure he was some combination thereof.
One time I got into a shouting match with my mom and little brother in the car. The issue? The names of the two-headed dragon from the PBS kids afternoon show Dragon Tales. I swore it was Zack and Macie.
It was actually Zak and Wheezie. I don't even remember why we were yelling about it.
Green Or Yellow?
When I was about 15 or so my mother and I spent about 20-30 minutes arguing about the color of a shirt. We agreed it was blue/green, but to me it was just a shade more blue, while to her it was just a bit more green.
Turns out, your eyeballs yellow as you age and hers were 24 years yellower than mine, so I think that skewed her color vision.
Stars In Their MultitudeGiphy
I once got in an argument over whether or not a line from the song "Stars" in Les Mis says "...but mine is the way of the lord" or "mine is the way of the law".
I didn't even really care what he thought but he was so adamant and cocky that it got me heated. By the end of it we were shouting at each other and I had to apologize, which I think is what he wanted the whole time.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?" "that's orange" "no, it's red" "orange" "YOU CANT EVEN KNOW".
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
About five years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) once had a very intense argument about whether or not hot water cleaned things better than cold water.
She genuinely believed that water temperature didn't matter. This is someone who has not one, but two masters degrees.
We argued for something like 2 hours, and we seriously almost broke up over the whole thing.
I had an argument with a girl IN THE MIDDLE OF A BIOLOGY CLASS in high school about how humans are not mammals. She thought a human was a human and we are not mammals because "mammals are animals and humans are not animals"
I tried explaining to her the difference between reptiles and mammals and how humans fall under the mammal category to try and educate her... but she just wouldn't listen.
I still have no idea why the BIOLOGY teacher did not get involved...
Solid Or Liquid?
Some classmates and I got into a heated debate as to whether or not the human body could count as a soup, salad, or sandwich. The teacher got mad at us, but hey! All we were doing was watching a movie.
For the record, my logic lays with soup- Liquid contained within a solid, at a hot temperature.