I hate confrontation. My family knows that about me, and I’m pretty sure most, if not all, of my friends do, too. I especially hate confrontation when it involves people I care about. I’m not usually one to air my dirty laundry in public, but I felt I needed to unload this particular episode, since it is still bothering me. The names are fictitious, except mine, of course.
Eric: I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I don’t like it and you better cut it out.
Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Eric: Drop the innocent act, you know perfectly well you’re playing with my head. It’s
making me crazy.
Me: Believe me, Eric, that was not my intention at all. I’m sorry if you feel that way.
Eric: I thought I was likable, and you’ve made me into some kind of monster.
Me: Well, no, not really a monster. Maybe someone who is something of a tragic figure.
Eric: See, that’s what I mean. Make up your mind, and then stick with it. This flip-
flopping has got to stop.
Sarah: Stop your boo-hooing, Eric. You’re getting annoying. At least you have a
personality. I, on the other hand, feel like a goody-two-shoes. You’re spicy
salsa, and I’m just vanilla pudding. So stop complaining.
Me: I’m sorry if you feel that way, Sarah. What can I do to make you feel better?
Sarah: Give me some backbone, why don’t you!
Eric: Stop the cry baby act, Sarah. You know you have a juicy role. You’re her little pet.’
Sarah: Shut up, Eric! I don’t give a …
Me: Stop right there, Sarah! Watch your mouth.
Sarah: Oh, so sorry to hurt your delicate sensitivities. I don’t give a rat’s ass. Can I say
rat’s ass, or will that make you go ballistic?
Me: Please, do we have to do this right now? It’s three in the morning.
Faber: Hi, gang. What are we talking about?
Me, Eric, and Sarah: Go away, Faber!
By the way, yesterday I wrote 5, 200 words and now have a grand total of 31,154. I just wish that when I was done with these characters at the end of the day, they were done with me. Sigh…