Ouch.
I’m supposed to be studying for my Poli Sci midterm, which is tomorrow. I can’t seem to concentrate. I don’t know what I should do.
I don’t have class this Friday, and both Maryam and MB (my boss and editor) aren’t going to be in the office. Should I go home tomorrow? Argh. Difficult decisions.
Anyway!
Yesterday me and Neil had a fight. About the usual. I get a little ticked off by something small, which leads to more and more arguing about who does what, about who uses what words. It makes me really annoyed. I feel like arguing with him is futile. And of course, there is the inevitable. He has to go because: he’s reached home, he has to take a shower, his mom is giving him the evil eye. Always one of the three.
I try not to hold it against you, you mongrel. It’s just really hard when its every fucking DAY! And yes, I feel like I’m always the one getting the short end of the stick. Either you have to take a shower, you have to do your homework, you have to walk the dog, you have to have to have to do so many things.
You know I’m all for getting your shit taken care of. God knows I have a million things to do everyday. But… it’s just this feeling… like there is never any giving up on your end. And I know its something trivial… but if its everyday, its not.
It’s like the days when I hold my tongue don’t matter. But when I let you know I’m feeling annoyed, I become a griping baby. Well, boo to YOU.
AAAAAAAAAH. I feel like I can’t ever really get through to him. That we talk , but instead of him trying to make a concrete change, he just says, “Well, don’t you agree that you are being a little overly sensitive?” Or he tries to relate this to something else, some other time, some other mold that this fits, another generalization of the way I’m acting. And all I want to do is make him look at ME—NOW. I agree that I am overly sensitive, I agree that I expect a lot, I agree with all the things you’re saying, but lets go back to what I was saying. And now, its YOUR turn to answer MY questions.
But it just becomes one big diversion. Hello smoke in my face. Hello sidetrack. Hello erroneous comments, dictation. HELLO HELLO HELLO.
I don’t have class this Friday, and both Maryam and MB (my boss and editor) aren’t going to be in the office. Should I go home tomorrow? Argh. Difficult decisions.
Anyway!
Yesterday me and Neil had a fight. About the usual. I get a little ticked off by something small, which leads to more and more arguing about who does what, about who uses what words. It makes me really annoyed. I feel like arguing with him is futile. And of course, there is the inevitable. He has to go because: he’s reached home, he has to take a shower, his mom is giving him the evil eye. Always one of the three.
I try not to hold it against you, you mongrel. It’s just really hard when its every fucking DAY! And yes, I feel like I’m always the one getting the short end of the stick. Either you have to take a shower, you have to do your homework, you have to walk the dog, you have to have to have to do so many things.
You know I’m all for getting your shit taken care of. God knows I have a million things to do everyday. But… it’s just this feeling… like there is never any giving up on your end. And I know its something trivial… but if its everyday, its not.
It’s like the days when I hold my tongue don’t matter. But when I let you know I’m feeling annoyed, I become a griping baby. Well, boo to YOU.
AAAAAAAAAH. I feel like I can’t ever really get through to him. That we talk , but instead of him trying to make a concrete change, he just says, “Well, don’t you agree that you are being a little overly sensitive?” Or he tries to relate this to something else, some other time, some other mold that this fits, another generalization of the way I’m acting. And all I want to do is make him look at ME—NOW. I agree that I am overly sensitive, I agree that I expect a lot, I agree with all the things you’re saying, but lets go back to what I was saying. And now, its YOUR turn to answer MY questions.
But it just becomes one big diversion. Hello smoke in my face. Hello sidetrack. Hello erroneous comments, dictation. HELLO HELLO HELLO.
posted by Pamela at 8:49 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home