Me: I don't like flowers. Cut flowers. The ones in bouquets.
You: What made you think I would give you a bouquet?
Me: Wrong response.
You: Haha. And how should I respond to that statement ?
Me: Hmp! Nevermind.
You: Okay. Why? Why don't you want cut flowers?
Me: There ... that's the right response.
You: So, why?
Me: They die.
You: Who dies?
Me: The flowers, of course. Did we change topics?
You: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
Me: I never got that idiom.
You: Oh, I know the origin of that idiom. You see, the Romans --
Me: Doesn't matter.
You: Hey, are you okay? Does this have anything to do with the flowers? Oh, wait ... did someone give you flowers?
Me: Yah.
You: Oh ...
Me: Well, that's a long time ago. And they died. You know, how can something so beautiful just ... die?
You: Well, everything dies eventually.
Me: But their death was hastened. You know all those fuss in arranging the flowers. All those beauty then they die and they become ugly and they smell awful. I hate the smell of rotten flowers.
You: Well, indulge in the fact that someone went out of their way to give you a beautiful arrangement. You should enjoy the beauty while it lasts. Live the moment and don't think too much of how it would look and smell after a few days.
Me: Yah, you're right. But I'm not fully convinced.
You: I think it's the same when someone gives you chocolates. After you eating them, all that's left are wrappers and boxes. All those sweetness and yumminess down the toilet bowl in a few hours.
Me: Hahaha. Oh, when you put it that way. I get it.
You: Good. Not in bad mood now?
Me: I was not in a bad mood. I just wanted a good argument.
You: Yeh. I thought so. It's so you.
Me: I still don't like cut flowers, though.
You: Hmm
Me: I'd rather get potted plants. It's a bonus if the plants flower.
You: Noted.
Me: Oh, and I still like chocolates. Even if they'd be flushed down the toilet after.
You: Noted.
