fractured

Saturday, July 23, 2005

This is getting old.

I feel like I start off way too many posts the same way. "SLPTG and I had it out..."

Well, SLPTG and I had it out the other day. In a big way. Well. What was the cause? Well, I explained to her that I had this very narrow, tight margin of what was acceptable. Some examples? Well. Driving. Yeah. Driving. Have you heard the old George Carlin bit about the people in front of you are driving too slow and the people behing you are maniacs trying to drive too fast? Well. That's me. Except SLPTG is on both sides. I can't do it right. Evidently 20 years, I don't know how many thousands of miles, numerous different states driver's licenses, and I still don't have a clue.

Another fantastic example is tennis. Well. WE've been playing a bit of tennis. It seems that I'm actually quite good and she, well, she needs work. So she's working on it. However, when we play, umm, I'm supposed to hit it right to her, but not too hard. Not too soft, either. Well. That's an awfully tall order.

So, I, gently brought this up to her. Eeek. Umm, you'd have thought I was calling her names. It got ugly. I don't know. I guess the whole thing spun wildly out of control, then it became less about what the original topic was and more about how shitty we communicate.

Ouch. Not sure which one of us said that, but ouch. Double ouch.

So. we had it out. In a big way.




Twenty four hours goes by. Nothing. Then I get a call.
"Umm, I'm not sure where you are in your head right now, but if you'd like to talk, I'd like to talk."

So, I fall for it. Damn. When am I going to learn?

This conversation spirals worse than the previous one and ends with "I think I need a weekend away from you."


-Rusty.

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