i’m on repeat
So this latest installment of “Only Ameena Would Be Irritated By This” features my husband making me repeat everything I say. Everything. I. Say.
We could be sitting at a table for two and he’ll ask me to repeat myself. We could be on a walk with no other noise than the chirping of crickets and he’ll ask me to repeat myself.
Or – more realistically – we could be sitting in our living room with no noise but the staccato of our respective laptop keys and he’ll ask me to repeat myself.
Some days I get a “What?” Other days I get a“Pardon me?” And sometimes I just get a glance. No words, just a glance. With raised eyebrows.
There are obviously (and unsurprisingly) many things that annoy me about this situation, including the fact that the words, “Pardon me?” rub me the wrong way. (Am I the only one who finds them passive-aggressively rude?)
But here’s the most frustrating thing: I know that my husband hears me. He hears every single word.
I have my theories on why he makes me repeat myself anyway:
- He thinks it’s funny.
- “What?” is a reflex for him, in the same way that throwing up is a reflex for Maya.
- He has a processing problem and it’s time to upgrade to Ali 2.0.
You are likely thinking okay Ameena, what’s the big deal? People get older / develop a hearing problem / are lazy, and why-must-you-fight-everything? Why not just repeat yourself?
Well I wish I could. As a matter of fact, I tried. I swear I did. But here’s the thing: I find it physically impossible.
Not sure how to remedy this latest situation but I do know this: I’m suddenly seeing the benefits of texting.