Friday, October 11, 2002

I hate it when someone prides themselves in knowing when something is wrong by looking at a person's countenance. They look at me and ask me what's wrong. Sometimes nothing is wrong and my mood has just shifted from happy, to something different. They refuse the answer "nothing" which is often times true. When I try to convince them that there really is nothing wrong, they begin to become suspicious that I'm holding something back. At this point I usually grow agitated and this drives home their false assumption that something really is wrong and I'm getting angry because of it. It's at this point in the conversation when I either punch the person, courteously excuse myself, or continue to explain myself (depending on how good of friend they are).

I want friends to truly know me. I don't think it's possible though...

I'm too complicated.

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