obsessive
kristina and i used to throw glasses at our walls. the first time was just because it was our first time living on our own. id always wanted to throw a glass at a wall and watch it shatter. we were eating chinese take out and i told her that we should just throw our glasses at the wall. just because they were our glasses and we could. she giggled, she does a lot of giggling, and said ok. we got up, chose a wall, and threw our glasses. mine broke in big chunks but her glass just bounced. we decided she wasnt mad enough to make her glass break. on second try it broke. ive since learned that wine glasses shatter better. in time we started throwing glasses while in emotional stress. and we'd write a word around the chink in the wall that conveyed our feelings. around one of my dents in the wall i wrote obsessive. id never considered my self obsessive before that. i dont remember now who said it but someone, maybe fil or ty, had told someone who told me that they couldnt be around me because i was so obsessive. so of course i disproved it by throwing a blue glass at my wall. some time later i got a terrified phone call from babe telling me her toe was falling off and she was bleeding everywhere. of course fil was called, he was the resident hero and my official favorite person at the time, and he rushed in and saved her. by the time i got there she was in the tub, her toe was sewn back on and fil had cleaned up the blood. she had cut herself with a shard of blue glass overlooked on the brown carpet under the computer.