We’ve all heard about the need for social distancing—literally staying in our homes, away from offices, bars, and restaurants—to “flatten the curve” of the coronavirus pandemic. The most privileged among us are now working from the comfort of home, not changing out of pajamas, and spending most of the day wondering if we should shower. (In contrast, untold thousands of Americans have lost their jobs—along with their income and any benefits—with no promise that they’ll return after we’re out of the danger zone.)
That means a lot of uninterrupted time with our partners, roommates, and loved ones all together in one space. Couple that with anxiety and stress and the conditions are perfect for some dumb fights. (Certainly couldn’t be me, hi honey!) So I put a call out: What’s the dumbest shit you’ve argued over? Here are some of the best responses. (Text has been lightly edited for typos where available.)
Around the house
Sam, via Twitter:
I live in a house (in Bushwick) with four other individuals all slightly younger than me and none that I am that close with. My parents live in Park Slope and the tensions have risen between us because I just want solitude and chill and they want to make sure I’m interacting with the group. Last night we had a roommate meeting which basically turned into a why aren’t you going to live with your parents lol
In fairness to them I was planning on moving out in april & they just want to make sure I/they feel comfortable in the house
My response was I don’t know what I can handle more/less being stuck with them or being stuck with my parent’s (I am close with them)
Twitter user @JMCinthecloud:
We are currently embroiled in a full scale cold war arms race trying to outcompete one another in menail daily chores but then freaking out at each other when its not done exactly like she does it. Like I’ll be doing the laundry, washing our bedding and shit and putting it on and she’ll be like…is the tag facing the right way? I’m like…excuse me sweetie, the tag? She’s like yeah is it by our feet? I’m like no, its by our heads but it doesn’t matter, because it’s just been washed. This beautiful woman makes me redo the entire bedding situation. But I’m not guiltless, I used to be a cook in the service industry and so do most of the cooking, but last night she insisted on making a lovely risotto but then over-seasoned it with pepper to make it “healthier.” Nothing grinds my gears like improperly seasoning a fucking beautiful risotto. Are these things all menial? Beyond a shred of doubt. They are laughable. Is it nonetheless driving me up the wall? You bet your ass. Brb i gotta like drink a cup of water and cool down. I mean, we work together (we met at work) and we love together and we commute together but I’ve never been so beside myself at dumb shit.
Rachel, via Twitter:
My bf got mad at me because I yelled “fuck off forever with your pots and pans parade” bc he woke me up by doing the dishes. My tone was rude but u really shouldn’t do the dishes before a certain time…. (11am)
We resolved it thru jokes 🙂
Stay safe in there!