The Ziti that Rocked the Nation
Jessica is pissed at me because we went to Norman’s house and he cooked us dinner and I didn’t volunteer to wash the dishes after he told her to sit down. Now I had no way of knowing that was what he wanted because he didn’t ask us to do it and I also don’t recall it being proper etiquette for a host to ask his guests to do a whole bunch of work. Especially since people come into our apartment all the time, trash it, and then leave it escapes me how someone would think we were supposed to automatically know that he wanted us to do manual labor.
Jessica was being a priss that whole night. I asked if some new speakers Norman had bought were like the ones she had and she just sneered at me. Of course she could have been boiling about the dishes at the time but I still had no way of knowing her desires… so I said, “Oh yeah, it can’t be your radio because this one had bass.” Jessica’s CD player has the bass of a ping-pong serve.
Then after that bought of cattiness I started playing Grand Theft Auto because honestly, I was bored. After I died in the game Jessica packed up some left overs which Norman asked her to take. I asked her specifically if that would be enough for all of us and she said yes. To see her surprise when we ate all the leftovers the next day is akin to watching a child open a box of rattlers for his fifth birthday. She was livid.
Vanessa, PJ, and I split it. I admit that in the back of my mind I thought that she might be upset that we didn’t leave her any but at the same time 1) leftovers were meant to be eaten how many times had the fridge been overrun with food no one would put their lips to? 2) I specifically told her to get more than she got and she simply didn’t 3) I made meals for Jessica all the time so what difference would it make if I got some of this?
She went bananas. Not only did she have Norman drive her all the way back to his apartment so she could get some ziti (passing at least five fast food joints on the way) she got so upset she tried to blame the whole "thing" on me.
My issues is this: what thing? What difference does it make if someone ate some leftover pasta? How could I have known she wanted assistance if she didn’t open her mouth? Those were her main issues and she wanted me to apologize for them. And I did, over and over again, of course grudgingly because what a trifiling thing to argue over. Then she kept telling me that I would “never understand” what she was trying to say. Well I do get and I see it and I think it’s idiotic. Nonsense, a stupid waste. And I told her that we would not come to one accord on it and so should move on. Instead of doing that she kept pushing me to the point where I was really about to hurt her feelings.
She kept saying that I should be so sorry for what I did and going on about how fucked up it was. I was thinking of all the times she’d done something completely uneducated despite her intelligence and fucked things up. She kept telling me that I should look at this isolated incident and stop bringing up other things to “justify” my reasons for doing the things I did. I kept thinking, first of all it’s not a big deal and second this is bigger than one incident. How are you going to place some heavy burden of blame on me when you’ve done things stupider many more times?
I told her exactly how she was acting:
self-righteous
adj : excessively or hypocritically pious;
And brand new. Every time she’s around Norman she’s ready to “go hard” and fight about something. Fuck that. I said I’m sorry. I said it a hundred and three times. I said it a hundred and four. I kept asking her, “What more can I say? What more can I do?” I told her I would make her an ENTIRE ziti that no one else could touch complete with bread and salad. She didn’t sense the sarcasm. She was excited about the ziti, extra garlic and a shot of self-righteous.
So she’s mad at everyone who got drunk for not saying thank you or cleaning up. I guess she doesn’t see how many times I’ve done things for others without a thanks. How many times I’ve saved her from failing classes and stuff. How many things we’ve done for EACH OTHER… she’s so concerned about Norman’s ziti everything else is escaping her. So last night I cleaned the entire apartment and this morning she greats me with a gruff, “I hate you.”
I pour my coffee and walk away. I wish I had stayed away.
Jessica was being a priss that whole night. I asked if some new speakers Norman had bought were like the ones she had and she just sneered at me. Of course she could have been boiling about the dishes at the time but I still had no way of knowing her desires… so I said, “Oh yeah, it can’t be your radio because this one had bass.” Jessica’s CD player has the bass of a ping-pong serve.
Then after that bought of cattiness I started playing Grand Theft Auto because honestly, I was bored. After I died in the game Jessica packed up some left overs which Norman asked her to take. I asked her specifically if that would be enough for all of us and she said yes. To see her surprise when we ate all the leftovers the next day is akin to watching a child open a box of rattlers for his fifth birthday. She was livid.
Vanessa, PJ, and I split it. I admit that in the back of my mind I thought that she might be upset that we didn’t leave her any but at the same time 1) leftovers were meant to be eaten how many times had the fridge been overrun with food no one would put their lips to? 2) I specifically told her to get more than she got and she simply didn’t 3) I made meals for Jessica all the time so what difference would it make if I got some of this?
She went bananas. Not only did she have Norman drive her all the way back to his apartment so she could get some ziti (passing at least five fast food joints on the way) she got so upset she tried to blame the whole "thing" on me.
My issues is this: what thing? What difference does it make if someone ate some leftover pasta? How could I have known she wanted assistance if she didn’t open her mouth? Those were her main issues and she wanted me to apologize for them. And I did, over and over again, of course grudgingly because what a trifiling thing to argue over. Then she kept telling me that I would “never understand” what she was trying to say. Well I do get and I see it and I think it’s idiotic. Nonsense, a stupid waste. And I told her that we would not come to one accord on it and so should move on. Instead of doing that she kept pushing me to the point where I was really about to hurt her feelings.
She kept saying that I should be so sorry for what I did and going on about how fucked up it was. I was thinking of all the times she’d done something completely uneducated despite her intelligence and fucked things up. She kept telling me that I should look at this isolated incident and stop bringing up other things to “justify” my reasons for doing the things I did. I kept thinking, first of all it’s not a big deal and second this is bigger than one incident. How are you going to place some heavy burden of blame on me when you’ve done things stupider many more times?
I told her exactly how she was acting:
self-righteous
adj : excessively or hypocritically pious;
And brand new. Every time she’s around Norman she’s ready to “go hard” and fight about something. Fuck that. I said I’m sorry. I said it a hundred and three times. I said it a hundred and four. I kept asking her, “What more can I say? What more can I do?” I told her I would make her an ENTIRE ziti that no one else could touch complete with bread and salad. She didn’t sense the sarcasm. She was excited about the ziti, extra garlic and a shot of self-righteous.
So she’s mad at everyone who got drunk for not saying thank you or cleaning up. I guess she doesn’t see how many times I’ve done things for others without a thanks. How many times I’ve saved her from failing classes and stuff. How many things we’ve done for EACH OTHER… she’s so concerned about Norman’s ziti everything else is escaping her. So last night I cleaned the entire apartment and this morning she greats me with a gruff, “I hate you.”
I pour my coffee and walk away. I wish I had stayed away.