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And This Is What Happens When You’re Both Firstborns

January 20, 2014 By Jenny Ryan 2 Comments

My husband and I have been together for the better part of 24 years, and for most of that time we have been engaged in one of those “discussions” that take place between long-term partners, the theme of which boils down to, “I am right and you are wrong, and as long as I have breath in my body, the driving purpose of my life will be to get you to admit my rightness and acknowledge your error.” The particular form that our “discussion” takes has to do with a blanket that came with me into our marriage, an object designed to provide soothing and comfort, but which has instead become the meeting ground for the battle of our wills.

The crux of the argument has to do with the color of said blanket: I say that it is peach, and my husband insists that it is pink. (This, despite the fact that my mother and I bought the PEACH blanket when I was in high school to match my PEACH wallpaper and my PEACH comforter. But, whatever.)

Things have gotten so ridiculous around here that we refuse to even acknowledge the blanket’s existence anymore,  lest we accidentally refer to it by the “wrong” color, and thereby unintentionally cede victory to our opponent. (Because we’re mature like that. And also RIGHT.)

So the other night my husband came home and announced that he had downloaded an app that would take a picture of any object and then identify its color in numbers, numbers which you could then compare to a chart in order to irrevocably determine the object’s “official” color once and for all, forever and ever, world without end, amen.

Naturally we forsook dinner and immediately repaired to the room in which the blanket resides, taking a number of pictures until we both agreed on one which we felt accurately captured the color in question. (I would post those pictures here, but I’m afraid the the force of our argument surrounding them would engulf the entire Internet,  upsetting the Earth’s orbit and causing it to crash into the sun, where we would all explode into a  flaming ball of death. And I really don’t want to have the end of the world on my conscience. I’ve already got kind of a lot on my plate with this whole fibromyalgia thing.)

The next step (obviously) was to photograph some “control” objects, one which we both agreed was pink, and one we agreed on as peach. Then (of course) we created an Excel spread sheet in order to compare and contrast all the numbers generated by the app.

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We then pulled up some color charts, eager to see which one of us would be crowned Victor Of The Blanket’s Color.

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And what we discovered was that, not only are there MANY MANY DIFFERENT CHARTS, the values our app gave us did not appear on any of them.

Undaunted, my husband said we could convert the RGB colors into HEX values. (And here you can tell just how desperately I wanted to prove that I WAS RIGHT, by willingly subjecting myself to EVEN MORE MATH. )

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We then took ourselves over to Wikipedia (The Source Of All True Knowledge) and looked up “Peach”, which gave us this:

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and finally, this:

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Which reads, “This box shows the color peach.”

So nobody won. Which is probably a good thing, because (for us) if there’s anything worse than Not Being Right, it’s having to live with the gleeful satisfaction of the person who is, which eventually leaves us with no choice but to stab the other person in the face in order to cause them the same kind of suffering which we’ve had to endure as a result of Being The Opposite Of Right.

So, way to go indeterminate number values. Thanks so much for saving our marriage.

 

Filed Under: CFG On Love And Marriage

Comments

  1. bikehikebabe says

    January 21, 2014 at 12:27 pm

    My husband is a 1st born & I’m a 2nd born, BUT I’m a ONE on the Enneagram chart which means I’m right about everything. So we have this problem of who is right.

    He has a doctorate from Yale in physics so I give him the science & math stuff. I’m an expert on color. I love color. My TV must be bright with color, outdoors, lots of light, whereas he watches grey indoor scenes. We accept this but there’s all the rest.

    You do not give a helpful solution. Maybe there is’t one.

  2. Cranky Fibro Girl says

    January 21, 2014 at 1:44 pm

    Yeah, generally that’s the way we divide things up here as well; he gets math and science, and I get words and entertainment news 😛

    To tell the truth, I think we both actually liked the fact that we didn’t get a definitive answer. Then we’d have to find something else to spark about.

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