One-sided?
Look what you've done. You've turned me into one of those girls who wait weedily by the phone, one of those girls who might burst into tears when their grandmothers call to ask about cake recipes. You've turned me into one of those girls who write in angry capital letters something to the tune of I RING FIVE TIMES AND LEAVE TWO MESSAGES AND YOU DON'T CALL BACK! I will ignore the sensible part of my brain which says you might be asleep, or your phone might be on silent, and listen to the part which right now is running around with arms flailing above the head screaming FIRE.
I won't get to sleep tonight. Things like that cannot be said without a follow-up, like a doctor's appointment after a recently pointed-out abnormality. No no no. It's doesn't work like that. My brain will be thinking things, as it does when it has nothing better to do. It will think things and my pillow will be the wrong shape and too hot one side, too cold the other, and I WILL NOT SLEEP. So tomorrow when you've forgotten what the whole thing was about, I shall REMIND you and we will DISCUSS like the mature, rational people we (I?) are (am?) not.
And no arguing. You know that I cannot argue without stuttering and repeating myself and sighing in frustration at my inability to express myself. If it came to it, I'd ask you to argue your side, and you would later recieve a handwritten essay detailing MY side of things. It's the only way I would ever in a million years win.
(I am still waiting by the phone. One eye is looking expectantly and a little suspiciously at blank screen of my mobile. Perhaps it is broken. This is clutching at straws.)
I won't get to sleep tonight. Things like that cannot be said without a follow-up, like a doctor's appointment after a recently pointed-out abnormality. No no no. It's doesn't work like that. My brain will be thinking things, as it does when it has nothing better to do. It will think things and my pillow will be the wrong shape and too hot one side, too cold the other, and I WILL NOT SLEEP. So tomorrow when you've forgotten what the whole thing was about, I shall REMIND you and we will DISCUSS like the mature, rational people we (I?) are (am?) not.
And no arguing. You know that I cannot argue without stuttering and repeating myself and sighing in frustration at my inability to express myself. If it came to it, I'd ask you to argue your side, and you would later recieve a handwritten essay detailing MY side of things. It's the only way I would ever in a million years win.
(I am still waiting by the phone. One eye is looking expectantly and a little suspiciously at blank screen of my mobile. Perhaps it is broken. This is clutching at straws.)
kiwiqueen - 14. Jan, 01:40
1. Insulting your family.
2. Picking up a word or sentence you have correctly and clearly used to express yourself, and claiming it to be nonsense. (VERY dangerous, that one.)
3. Referring to some incident you don't remember, in which you said something you don't remember, but certainly wouldn't have said because you disagree with it violently.
4. Claiming one of your most beloved beliefs / hobbies to be rot. (Note: he doesn't actually believe this - he's just saying it for the joy of watching you stutter and howl in rage.)
The mature and civil disagreement has now degenerated to a point at which one of the participants is a sodden, shaking, spineless heap of blubber, stuttering incoherently and looking fit for nothing but committal. It is not him.
All of which is really just a roundabout way of saying that I hope you are alright, and have contacted and demolished the person concerned. : )
The person concerned has indeed been contacted. Some might have demolished, but not I, being far too nice and all that. He is at my mercy ;)