Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Fight the power

There have been quite a few changes in my life recently.  I moved into a home with a woman and her two dogs and apparently gave up all my rights to individuality home décor. But nothing prepared me for all the stuff what I would get chastised for when I moved in with a significant other.  For example, apparently it's not ok to just add decorations or useful things around the house, they have to be pre-approved and match with the way the home is designed to be shown. Also if someone is hosting a bachelorette party at your house the first weekend you are living there, you have to leave and go stay with a friend. Thirdly, apparently it's not ok to hate on any silk sheets that may be on the bed. Lots of stuff. But little did I know how quickly I would become accustomed to it.

When I was using the restroom the other evening, I ran the current toilet roll out of paper, so I replaced it and rehung the new roll.  I hung the roll in the underhand manner, and at the time I guessed that someone in my household couldn't help but make a comment about how we don't hang toilet paper rolls in such a fashion.  Sure enough within 15 minutes I was being yelled at from the bathroom and informed that we don't hang the toilet paper in such a manner in this household. Which is an amazing bit of foresight for a man, since mostly we would never think about that kind of thing.

This means one of two things, either I'm gettign smarter, or, far more likely, my brain is trying to rebel against the oppresive power without my consent. If it is my rebellious subconcious, we can expect things that will fight the "man" keeping me down that are both subtle and inconveniencing. I can't imagine the depth of the sneaky things my brain can get up to when I'm not aware, such as putting dirty dishes in a dishwasher full of clean dishes, rearranging the pillows on the couch/bed, deleting saved shows from the DVR.  Who knows what my subconcious will get up to, my rebelious spirit can't be quenched all the way, even if I want it to.  How can I be to blame if the guest room door gets left open and the dog sleeps on a bed she's not supposed to?