CronicConfusion

I'm cronically confused, hence the name to the site. I'm weirder than most and completely psycho. They say the first step to recovery is is admitting you have a problem. I do have problemS, and so far admitting it hasn't done me any good!!

Thursday, April 12, 2007

WTF????

According to G, there was 'something wrong' with me last nite, the more I said there wasn't the more I assured him that nothing is 'wrong' I am just a little tired, the more he said 'there is something wrong'. I told him I was tired, but no, there HAD to be something MORE wrong!

Explain to me, PLEASE, how this can be cause for an argument? When it started I said I am NOT going to fight with you, so stop picking for a fight. True's gawd, he carries on, and then I dared to say that I am going to bed. Well, that just let loose a whole can of whipass on me.

I chose to ignore the insults and attacks e.g. this is how it always is with you, two days of happiness and then you have to fuck everything up with being morbid around me... uh, fuck right off, I wasn't morbid, I was tired. And then the gem...the good ole beaten horse . . there HAS to be someone else, cause your not happy around me, but you're always so cheerful around other people.
Well, obviously. Other people don't tell me that there is something wrong when I tell them I'm tired!

This lovely family evening caused me to be up most of the night. The good old wake up every hour. . . At 3 this morning he flings around and bed with this to offer: 'What the fuck are you doing, you've been keeping me up all night with getting in and out of bed, I have to get up at 4 and I wont be albe to go back to sleep now. You are so selfish, do you know how tired I am.'
Fo course I know how tired he is, I've been keeping the same hours by getting up all the time. So the question, really, is does he know how tired I am? ! ? ! ? I was tired before I went to sleep and the getting up every hour all night thing didn't help.

Fortunately, I was too tired to beat the crap out of him, so I just ignored him, had a smoke and lay down again. Inevidibly the next question came: 'What are you doing? Are you going back to sleep?'

With great glee, I flopped down on my back, said yes and went right back to sleep.

He leaves before I get up, so I haven't seen or heard from him since. And honestly, today, it is better that way! ! !

As luck would have it, he is working a double shift tonight and another one tomorrow night. Thanks to Murphy, tomorrow night I am working with him from 9-1. Till then, the 'ignoring each other' thing is working just fine for me!

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