disciple-to-[n]one

when expected apologies are routed back to you

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

 -Hi C. Are you busy?
Nope. Why?
-Nothing. Are you happy?
Wtf? What kind of question is that anyway? D, haven’t you had enough?
- I don’t see anything wrong with that question. Just wanted to know if you’re fine.
It’s not the question but what’s implied. Maybe you wanted me to be miserable? How bout this for an answer? My day was fine til you txtd, just as my life was monotonous til you happened. I wish it could’ve ended with my fist on your jaw. If only you were decent enough to apologize in person. But the bottom line is, I’m fine & i know you’re fine. Like a resilient roach.
-Damn right, Cathy. I’m so fine. Good night.
Oh my nights are fine, yours are dubitable.
-oo na.
See what’s happening here? I’m channeling anger from years ago. At some point I’ve forgiven you. Other times I feel I can’t. It’s just that you never said sorry. But honestly, without subliminal messages, I hope you are happy. Sleep well.
-wouldn’t bother saying hi & asking if you’re doing good (& reading your kind, friendly messages) if I’m happy.
That’s too bad. There will be better days though. Just sleep it out, or eat maybe.

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Meanwhile, a frog is lounging on my desk:

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These are my house keys, my locker keys, and my old drawer key which is useless, I suppose but a set of three would make for a good makeshift iron knuckles:
 

 

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