Remind me to not try to teach Evan about Samhain again. He just won't get it. *sigh* Either that or he was being deliberately obtuse to mess with me, as he is wont to do. Either way, I'm a little annoyed that he thinks it's perfectly normal to have a tradition of eating chili on Halloween because someone did it as a kid before trick or treating every year (I'm having trouble finding the connection between chili and Halloween that it would have had to be made every year on that day), but finds the fact that the day is actually a religious holiday for some people odd. "That means nothing to me" is not really the right reply to someone explaining that Samhain = Halloween which is considered the "witch's new year" and is based in Celtic traditions which is where the holiday and everything therein comes from. :-/ He has to have been just being an ass to mess with me. He's not usually that ignorant.

As it is, I am really excited about the fact that there is a Mexican shop down the street from my work that will most likely have sugar skulls for Dia los Muertos. I'll have to remember to pop in there sometime this week.

So last night over dinner I was telling Evan about that article I read about PFOX and some of the things that I read on their site that made my head explode in confusion. His reaction was as follows, "Jenna, you're not gay. Had anyone told you that?" And this completely took me aback because a) he knows that I'm bi, at least where sexual attaction comes in (I'm not sure if I could persue a relationship with a woman seeing as how I have a hard time relating to them on a friends level, let alone a romantic one) and b) even though issues such as gay rights don't affect me directly as I choose to have relationships with men, they do affect several of my friends, as well as multitudes of people around the world, so why not care about such things?

When I asked him this, he said that there is no use in getting worked up about such things because debating and arguing solves nothing. People get so heated over such topics and it just causes more strife than personal happiness (which is what he's all about).

Now this really blows my mind because, while I know that he's content to live in a bubble where such things as politics don't exist (which I don't understand in the least), I would think that he would have Some strong opinions and beliefs that he would feel the need to defend. But...he doesn't (though he did concede that he strongly feels people should listen more, but I'm not sure if that's on the same level or not). It drives me a little crazy, if only because I Love to debate and have discussions/conversations where you bounce different ideas and viewpoints off of each other (and I think that such things are kind of key to being a well rounded intellectual) and he, well, doesn't. He said a lot of it he thinks has to do with the strife that split his household in two during the Bush/Kerry elections, which makes sense as his dad was in the hospital at the time (which I think may have contributed to why things were so bad as being emotional over that would have fueled any kind of negative emotions reguarding the election) so such negativity surrounding a debatable topic at such an emotional time would taint his views of such things.

But still. It confuses me as to how someone can just be content keeping their mouth shut, ha. I love him, but it does get a little frustrating feeling like I'm just talking at him, not to him when I go on little rants about things that I feel strongly about. Sometimes he'll engage--we've gotten into several rather heated discussions about religion (or at least religious music which I feel to be a waste of perfectly good melodies and chord progressions and feel that some lyrics are a bit unnerving, but I think a lot of that stems from my progressingly irritated feelings I'm having towards our church than anything else)--but a lot of times I feel like it's not really worth bringing up such topics. I know that he'll always listen to me but it would be nice if he were to engage once in a while, too.

I dunno. It's not a huge issue in the least, but it is one that I have a hard time wrapping my brain around.


On another note, I hate when I smell something that I know I have smelled before and reminds me of something that nags in the back of my mind that I recognize it but I can't for the life of me place what it is. And as it is, I've sat here for the past few minutes huffing a piece of paper, ha.

Seriously, though, what the hell is this smell?? It takes me back to my first year at UCF at some point but outside of that, I got nothing. Ugh. Gonna drive me crazy all day.