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The story goes like this: One day, I was all set to go out when I suddenly noticed how dirty the floor tiles were. Indeed, they were dirty, which had something to do with our usual laziness in cleaning. Neither of us has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so we occasionally let things slide, resulting in our home becoming a pigsty. However, we both didn't mind it much since we rarely have visitors. So, we just left it dirty. Before having guests over, we would remind each other to clean up the pigsty in advance as a sign of respect for our guests. Over time, the state of our home hygiene reached a point where even I, the messy one, couldn't bear it anymore. Thus, while mopping the floor, I started complaining.
"You said this broken dry mop is useless, why doesn't it absorb water? What material is it made of? Let's throw it away and buy a new one," (I meant for my husband to pick up a new mop on his way out, but I didn't express it clearly). "Where can you buy one?" (a bit neurotic, knowing well that there are local stores nearby where mops are sold, not far from our place). My husband thought I was complaining about the mop he chose, so he said impatiently, "Throw it away if you want! Where can't you buy a mop? Just buy a new one!"
(I interpreted his words as telling me to throw away the mop and buy a new one myself) Thus, without verifying his intent, I assumed he was annoyed with me and decided to provoke him further. I said, "If I go out, what should I take? Can I carry a mop? You won't even bother to pick one up for me!" My husband got stubborn and said, "You can't carry it, just throw it away. How will you throw it out?" He pointed at the kitchen glass window and said, "Throw it out from here?"
I angrily pointed at the glass window to test his words, saying, "Do you mean throwing it out from here?" (I thought he would realize I was upset and stop talking nonsense). But unexpectedly, he replied straightforwardly, "Yes!" This made me even angrier. I said, "Do you think I wouldn't dare to throw it out from here?" Then, I grabbed the broken mop, opened the window without looking down, and threw the mop directly out of the fifth-floor window, immediately closing the window afterward. Perhaps the mop was too light, or I was too angry; when it landed, I heard no sound at all.
Afterward, I lost all intention of going out. I took off the clothes I had already put on, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and increased the volume to a very high level. Tears streamed down my face as I felt extremely wronged. When my child asked why I was crying, I didn't say a word. My husband asked seriously, "What's wrong with you?" I ignored him, and he kept asking, "What's wrong with you?" I said, "Don't you remember what you just said? Have you forgotten already?" My husband looked puzzled and asked, "What did I say?"
Looking at his expression, I became even angrier, thinking, "Are you pretending? Are men really that forgetful?" He continued asking, so I told him bluntly, "Isn't it you who encouraged me to throw the mop out? And now you're asking!" Saying this, I cried again. He saw that his attempts to comfort me were ineffective. (In fact, he didn't make any real effort to comfort me. Women need comforting, even sincere ones, and they appreciate it.) But my husband wasn't good at sweet-talking me, so he tried to comfort me by talking to the child. However, I didn't accept that method. He then chose to avoid me and took the child out to play. All day, I didn't reflect on the consequences of my actions; I only focused on finding fault with my husband.
Later, when my mother called, I forced a smile and said, "I have an exam tomorrow, so I won't come over today!" You see, this weekend was spent in such gloom. Later, I told my colleagues about my foolish act, and they all said, "Didn't you look to see if you hit anyone when you threw the mop downstairs?" I said, "At the time, I was just angry and didn't consider the consequences." I gave an example: On TV, a couple argued, and someone threw an ashtray out of the window, hitting a passerby on the head, killing them instantly. I consoled myself by saying, "I didn't hear any noise downstairs. If there was, someone would have shouted up to me or traced it back to me!" The colleagues laughed and advised, "This time you were lucky. Fortunately, no one was hit; otherwise, it would have been serious! You might even get sued."
Upon reflection, it seemed both funny and scary. You were just mopping the floor, but your complaints led to both of us losing patience, resulting in the dramatic scene of a mop flying out of the fifth-floor window. Such a trivial matter, was it worth it? When did you develop the skills of a housewife? Even if you were a housewife, just complaining would suffice. But you're not one, spending your days eating, sleeping, and playing, yet acting overly diligent. I joked with my colleagues, "Next time, I'll throw myself out of the window instead!"
This blog post was written at the strong request of a friend. If I hadn't written it, it might seem like I only praise and don't criticize. To clear up any misunderstanding of self-praise, I wrote this article.