If you know me, you know that I am basically 75% stubborn, 23% petty, and 2% patient. I've been in so many arguments that were a complete waste of energy, but I don't give up easily. I've decided to rank my most ridiculous arguments, but since there are so many, here are just a few from this past year.

5. Leo's Oscar

I was excited. I cried. I had goosebumps during his speech. Anything seemed possible. At the time, I was in an important group chat with a group of friends. It was pretty much the only way this group of friends consistently kept in touch with our varying schedules. I texted my friends in a group chat about how happy I was for Leo, to which I received the response "Eddie should have won." I'm not saying that Eddie Redmayne is not talented, but Leo totally deserved this. And my friend saw how happy I was and decided to destroy it. I was fuming.

A few days later, when I couldn't stop thinking about the insensitivity, I removed myself from the group chat in a very passive aggressive fashion. This wasn't necessarily an argument. I honestly didn't even try. But I wanted to highlight this as it is a perfect display of how petty I can be.

4. Cookie Racks

They're actually called cooling racks. They are an essential part in baking. When you make cookies, you have to put the cookies that have just come out of the oven onto the cooling rack before putting them on a plate, serving tray, or in a tin. Otherwise, they might not cool off correctly. They might become too greasy on the bottom. They could get stuck to other cookies. Or they might remain too soft. I have a group of friends whose apartment I've baked cookies at quite a few times. They do not have a cookie rack, nor do they acknowledge the importance of using one. Every single time I bake cookies with them the cookies come out awful, and we argue about it always turns into another argument.

3. In which direction the train faces at Penn Station

Yikes! This was a fun argument gone wrong. I don't really know how to explain it. My older sister said that you never know which way the train is facing when you board NJ Transit at New York Penn Station. My brother-in-law and I both thought this was ridiculous, because as long as you remember which door you entered the track from, and you remember which way New Jersey is, you can figure it out. In all honesty, I think my sister was just over-complicating it, and I understand how. But I was right when leaving (which, yes, I had a 50/50 chance. But I also had no doubts). This argument has been pretty much settled, with both parties in agreement that the other wasn't completely wrong. But it makes this list for the sole reason that it was blown out of proportion and my sister got out the car that we were waiting in before heading to New York City to go sit by herself in the train station.

2. "Ye" vs "Yee"

This argument is actually what inspired this article. It is my most recent of petty arguments. I was hanging out with some friends when one of them said "ye" instead of "yeah." This made me so happy because, even though so many people say it, I like to claim "ye" as my word. I've had so many instances where people had never heard the phrase, and with how often I say it, I feel like it's kind of my thing.

We discussed how great the word was, as it was just a lazy way to say "yeah."

Later that evening my friend texted me "Yee," to which I responded "*ye." And thus the argument ensued. We went back and forth over what the correct spelling of the word is. I argued that "yee" wasn't lazy enough to be the lazy form of "yeah," so obviously, "ye" is the correct spelling. I'm still not entirely sure what his reasoning of his side of the argument is, so there's that. We are both too stubborn to give up so we never reached a consensus, but according to Urban Dictionary, "ye" is short for "yeah," and "yee" is the slightly more excited version of "ye." So I stand by my "ye."

1. The Great Cheetos Debate of 2016

This is a lenghty one, so get ready. I don't call it "The Great Cheetos Debate" for nothing.

I was once in an argument with my best friend over whether Cheetos were considered chips or if they were they're own entity. It was some time in December of 2015, if I remember correctly. It started off as a light joke in our school's cafeteria, known as "the Lair." My friend called them chips and I probably responded with, "Haha those aren't chips. They're Cheetos," in a really obnoxious voice.

Here we go.

All throughout picking out what we wanted to eat, ordering it, picking out something to drink, and heading to pay, we offered our own reasoning as to why we decided whether or not Cheetos are chips. I guess our arguing was pretty loud because some random kid on line behind us buying food offered his opinion.(He sided with me.) We proceeded to survey our friends. We were split about evenly when I decided, without telling her, to email FritoLay to see where the owners of the Cheeto sided on this crucial argument.

My email read as follows:

"Hi!

This might be a weird question, but my friend and I are in an argument that needs to be settled. Are Cheetos considered to be chips? Or are they just Cheetos?

Thank you for your time.

-Emily Smith"

Days had gone by. We still argued over it. Those days turned into weeks. We had forgotten it.

Then February 3, 2016 came. We were in the Lair again. I was on line to buy a bagel, as my friend sat down. I checked my email when I saw noreply@fritolay.com. "This is it," I thought. I was anxious to read it. I wanted to be right, but I had doubts that I might be wrong. My friend didn't know I had sent the email, so obviously I wasn't going to tell her if I was wrong. Who would actually admit that, honestly? But my pride would have still been tarnished. I opened the email, and Tina from FritoLay gave me the best news I had heard in a while.

"Hi Emily,

Thank you for writing. Cheetos are cheese snacks, not chips.

We value your loyalty and hope you'll continue to enjoy snacks from Frito-Lay.

Thanks again for reaching out to us!


Best regards,

Tina
PepsiCo Consumer Relations"

I ran over to my friend to show the proof that I had won. The argument was over. And even though my friend refuses to acknowledge that I was right, we both know the truth. Thank you, Tina. I am forever in your debt.