The other day, as we were making dinner, my husband decided to bring me up to date on his latest video game.
“So I’m playing Far Cry, and it’s different than other video games because you’re placed in this hostile situation, and there are all these things coming against you, and you have to figure out how to survive.”
“What?” he asked, surprised.
“You have just described the plot of Every. Video Game. EVER.”
“I have not,” he responded, highly offended. “Name one.”
“Um, Fallout, Assassin’s Creed, Grand Theft Auto, Mass Effect…”
“Those are completely different,” he countered.
“Ha! How?” I remained unconvinced.
“Because Far Cry takes place in Latin America, which is an actual place, and not some fantasy world that’s made up.”
My only response was an eloquent, unbelieving look.
“It is not the same thing!” he shot back, his voice significantly louder than when we’d begun this conversation.
“You’re just mad because I’m right,” I said.
“You are not right! You are not even on the same planet as right!”
I just looked at him, feeling like there was nothing more I needed to add to my position on the matter.
He turned away and started chopping vegetables with unusual vigor. Then I, unable to leave well enough alone, said, “You know-just because I’m quiet, that doesn’t mean I agree with you.”
And then…he stopped talking to me.
But that’s all right,I understand; sometimes the truth really does hurt.