Sep 06, 2008 01:10
I have been good. Or sensible... I think?
I have delivered all my rants and ultimatums to an empty room. I have not walked out nor done anything anyone was likely to regret in a hurry.
I'm tired and irritated and pretty sure that what I ask is not unreasonable. (but who knows?)
I sent a text. That perhaps was neither good nor sensible - but it was less ultimate and more liberal than the three I'd composed (but not sent) prior to that.
I told him he'd tell me what the fuck had been up with him all week when he came back. I managed to not add 'or i leave', but only by a whisker of restraint.
Last time all this shit happened I ran away to Manchester to see Maz. Before that I slit my neck open.
Am I being unfair in wishing he speaks to me before I get to that stage?
Yes, it is bad and awful that I get to that stage at all and apparently with so little provocation. However, when one sentence-worth of explanation ('I dunno, I'm depressed,' 'yeah, I'm worried about XYZ' 'Mm, out of sorts, had a bad day') would prevent all my unhappiness and unfortunate reaction, I fail to see why it's such a fekking chore for him. I mean, it would make his life easier as well, surely?
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There is a lot to be said on this subject but I am far too tired now. All I will say is I hope it turns out okay and not hideously broken.
gentlemen aren't nice,
rant