Yeah, I Have a Hobby: Puzzles.

I like love am obsessed with puzzles. And I'm not talking about your regular 1000 or 2000 piece puzzles, even though those are cool. I'm talking about puzzles that take up half my bedroom floor, puzzles that cover my dining room table entirely so that my roommates can't eat on it, puzzles that are so big that they fill my dreams when I'm not putting them together. You get the gist right?

One time I put together a 5000 piece puzzle and once I was done, I painted over it with two coats of black paint, let it dry, took it apart and redid it. It was difficult and I only finished three-fourths of it, BUT IT WAS FUN.

A few years ago, I bought this puzzle:
It was my first photomosaic puzzle and I was having the time of my life with it.

I had sprawled myself on my then boyfriend's bedroom floor, putting it together, while he was doing something unimportant. He turned to me and said something (I don't recall what) that put me in a foul mood. As the day progressed, he kept nagging me. All I remember was feeling annoyed and wishing I could have started the puzzle in my dorm instead of his place. And suddenly I broke. I'd had enough. Couldn't he see I was in the middle of something?!

I took the entire puzzle and crumbled it up. Pretty much like this:
He got mad at me. "You spent so much time on that! Why'd you ruin it? Did you really have to? Geez!!"

Man, whatdahails bro? FUH-REELZ YOU DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SO UPSET?

By the time I realized what I'd done, the puzzle was already completely destroyed. All 1,000 pieces of it. Unconnected and mixed up among one another. Sadness consumed the anger that previously filled my body. All the time and effort spent putting together that puzzle...wasted. Now what was I going to do?

I got up and went to make a sammich. It seemed like the only reasonable thing to do. I mean, I was probably cranky because I hadn't had anything to eat. When I came back, he had picked up the pieces and put them back in the box. He apologized and the world kept spinning.