Scene: Husband and I in the basement on our computers, each playing a game.
Me: Nothing. It’s fine.
Husband: No really, what?
Me: *inwardly sigh and make the decision to let him feel like he’s helping* This game mechanic isn’t working, but it’s okay. I’m just not going to worry about it, and I’ll try it again some other time.
Husband: Have you tried clicking it?
Husband: Have you tried reloading the user interface?
Me: …. Yes.
Husband: Have you looked up what else you’re supposed to do for it to work?
Me: Yes I have, and there’s nothing else. It should be working but it’s not. No reason why.
Husband: *irritated* Look, things don’t just not work without a reason. So there’s not no reason, there is a reason. You’re probably doing something wrong.
Me: *also irritated now* Yes I’m aware that there is a reason that exists somewhere in the bowels of the program. I just don’t feel like spending my limited leisure time figuring it out.
Husband: Well if we don’t figure it out, we can’t fix it. Here, let me try –
Me: *interrupting* Look, I don’t care. I really don’t. I’m aware that if I don’t investigate, I will never know. And I’m okay with that. See, while you are content to remain agnostic with regard to important things like the existence of God and the implications (or lack thereof) on the universe as a whole and your place in it, I am content to remain agnostic with regard to shit that doesn’t matter, like why this game mechanic doesn’t work.