I understand. Candy, cake, delicious leftovers. There needs to be clearly defined ownership of these things, and unambiguous, explicit permission granted to eat things that aren’t yours. I require these rules for my own sake, so I don’t eat *everything.* And everyone else needs to follow these rules, so that I don’t have to be consumed by blackest rage when they eat what is mine.
I’ve eaten my wife’s favorite foods without her permission*!!!! So There!!
*That is, she had left them in the pantry for weeks/months, and they were possibly stale, and they could be replaced with relative ease, and she is relatively forgiving….
I have this arguement with my boyfriend all the time.
“You can eat them if you want”
“NO I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EAT MORE THAN HALF THE OTHER HALF IS YOURS AND I AM NOT GOING TO HOG IT ALL BECAUSE THAT IS RUDE”
“I’m giving you permission, dear.”
“…”
4 thoughts on “#689 Yours and Mine”
Potatamoto
I understand. Candy, cake, delicious leftovers. There needs to be clearly defined ownership of these things, and unambiguous, explicit permission granted to eat things that aren’t yours. I require these rules for my own sake, so I don’t eat *everything.* And everyone else needs to follow these rules, so that I don’t have to be consumed by blackest rage when they eat what is mine.
man in black
Of course
Ale-8-One Ohmu
I’ve eaten my wife’s favorite foods without her permission*!!!! So There!!
*That is, she had left them in the pantry for weeks/months, and they were possibly stale, and they could be replaced with relative ease, and she is relatively forgiving….
Moyra
I have this arguement with my boyfriend all the time.
“You can eat them if you want”
“NO I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EAT MORE THAN HALF THE OTHER HALF IS YOURS AND I AM NOT GOING TO HOG IT ALL BECAUSE THAT IS RUDE”
“I’m giving you permission, dear.”
“…”
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