Lately I've had a problem...Women are Insane.

Do you ever have the feeling that no matter what you do for a given person in your family the end result is a huge fight?

Lately I've had this problem and it is over the stupidest things on Earth. In fact the only reason I'm even taking the time to write about it is because I need to gain perspective about how trivial these fights are in the larger picture.

First subject: a drink on a table. I kid you not. Here is the fight and my results:
--> "It will leave a ring on the table if you don't use a coaster."
= So I use a coaster.

--> I get "is that on a coaster."
= Huge fight about not mentioning the coaster.

--> Then I move an old piano bench that is very old, very abused, and very un-pretty to a location to put my drink on it.
= huge fight about changing the location of the furniture, and older bench is removed to a location where said family member can USE it but I can't.


--> I will go buy and put a table here that I can use
= whatever you wanna do, huge fight again, about I don't know, but it was a fight.

This ends in yet another problem. If I get a table/bench to put where I need it, the one that is presently there is moved...AKA furniture placement changes, causes huge fight again.

All this over not having a damn place to put a drink while watching TV. I just don't get it. It is a freaking fight, about the dumbest NUMNUTS of a thing that is a problem. A guy see FUNCTIONALITY for a room. If you can't use it, it doesn't exist...and if it does exist it is for functionality or will be FOUND a purpose.

So I try again and ask to purchase the table in the existing location. No joke. Purchase the table that is presently there so I can sit a drink on it and if it leaves a stain it leaves a stain. How much? Bought at Good Will for 8 dollars. She paid eight bucks for a table which has caused me months of fights over a place to place a G. D. drink while I am watching TV.

So I have come to a few conclusions.
Women are insane.
This particular one is driving me to her place of insanity full speed.
I am about to destroy an eight dollar table with a chainsaw and place the pieces back where the table once sat in defiance of this drink placement embargo.

There is no solution. If I get something, furniture wise it won't match. If I move something, it will be moved back immediately once I leave the room. If I don't use a coaster and the table gets a ring another huge fight and finally perhaps a week of peace while she is trying to find another 8 dollar piece of crap table to start another argument.

Men are about functionality and problem solving.
Women are about protection of property which is basically worth less than a six pack of beer to the extent of making life miserable at home.

And people wonder why I have constantly thought about a bachelor life.

I can't believe it.