I live with a man whose favorite answer when asked a question seems to be “I don’t care”. Actually, it has now rubbed off on the male offspring, so he uses the phrase regularly too. Oh joy.
To clarify, with them it’s not being used out of apathy. I know them both well enough to understand this. It’s more for placating the little woman of the house. They don’t want to rock the boat or seem uncooperative, so it’s their default response. I hate it. What they don’t understand, even though I’ve tried to make them understand, is that it’s the worst possible response they can give me. You might as well not respond at all. It makes me want to throw large, solid objects at their heads.
I suppose it’s the male equivalent of our overused “It’s fine”, but they are not the same thing. If a woman says, “It’s fine” you should almost always assume that it is indeed not fine and set about to make things fine. Preferably with gifts and groveling.
If I ask you if you want spaghetti for supper, the appropriate response is “Yes, please” or “I’d rather eat dog poo”, not “I don’t care”. That tells me nothing at all about your preferences for spaghetti or dog poo, and I’ve often wondered what would happen if I just served them a big bowl of hot water with a side of ketchup and proclaimed “It’s make your own tomato soup night! Make sure you stir it well so it’s not lumpy!” Would that break them once and for all from saying “I don’t care”? I doubt it. Instead they’d just look at me like I’d lost my mind and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
So you can imagine my shock when last night the hubs proceeds to tell me our itinerary for Saturday, starting with an early breakfast at The Flying Biscuit (which I’ve heard is wonderful but have yet to try), followed by a little shopping (! :O), and ending with a trip to the movies. Okay, who are you and what have you done with my husband? I’m always the planner of outings, the suggester of places to go, do, or see. He hardly ever takes it upon himself to decide what we’re going to do on the weekends in such wonderful detail.
For the record, I did not say “That’s fine” or anything of the like. I gave a big fist pump and a hearty “Yessssss”, which was met with a look of complete befuddlement. *sigh* Men…
He’s mentioned wanting to see “Zero Dark Thirty” and of course that would be his choice because of all the action, explosions, and whatnot. I’m leaning toward the new Mark Walhberg movie “Broken City”. I shouldn’t have to explain myself there. Helloooo, Marky Mark?
But you know what my response will be when he asks which movie I’d rather see? Yup. “I don’t care.” But in this case I mean it literally because I’m just happy that we’re spending the day together and he’s taking me to the movies.
Have a wonderful weekend everybody!