The war at home
I may as well get comfy, because I think I'm going to be in the dog house for quite a while.
Things didn't get smoothed over with Meagan. In fact, she's angrier than ever. She spent all of yesterday either avoiding me outright (including lack of eye contact and not saying a word) or slamming things shut. One thing I can say for her: she's not subtle. She didn't say a word to me until she was ready to leave for Vanessa's little "going away" party. Considering she had completely left me out of the loop in the hours leading up to it, it was pretty obvious to me that Meagan really didn't want me around.So was I out of line on Friday with what I said? Yes, I was. And when she did finally give me the option of coming to the party, I apologized for hurting her feelings. But evidently I missed the point of why she was angry. And if I were in her position, I imagine I would feel the same way. It is hypocritical of me to get angry about one of her friends talking shit, but then turn around and up the ante by saying some extremely harsh things about him. Now would I ever really cause this guy physical harm? Or was this drunken posturing? I would say drunken posturing. I'm not a violent person, by nature, and I really don't like conflict.
Kate does believe that I was out of line and that there's a difference between apologizing for hurting someone's feelings versus apologizing because I understand why she's upset. I'm not sure whether I should give her some more space to cool down or if I should just head into the lionesse's den and deal with things. In any case, I've got a few hours to consider my options since she's gone to the library.
I managed to dig myself further into a hole by not going to Vanessa's last night. I knew at the time that I should probably go, out of courtesy, but I didn't. So Vanessa appeared on our doorstep this morning to come and say good bye. I guess she did consider me a friend after all. She and I really hadn't been too close for months (those who know me personally know the sordid story), but I mattered enough that she wanted to see me one more time before she left. That's sweet of her.
Now once she left, I found out that Meg was now that much MORE angry at me than she was before. Though I had no way of knowing it, Vanessa cried last night when Meg told her I wasn't coming. Yep, so I messed up on that one. No doubt about it. I feel bad about it. Guess we'll see how long it takes before something resembling normalcy around here.
posted by Al B Here @ 2:39 PM
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I feel like you went to my high school, and your uncle is the head of a major political party. Is that odd?
Not sure if that's a compliment or not, but I'll take it as such. But no, I've got no political clout whatsoever.
Yeah, so that's a tricky pickle you've gotten yourself into. Not going to a party because of other people on the guest list is pretty standard Al procedure. And I at least understand the logic behind it -- when taking into account only Al's perspective, it makes perfect sense. However, if you want to reduce it to a purely logical decision, the logic of standard Al procedure breaks down because it fails to account for a number of other variables (read: other people). In other words, standard Al procedure may minimize short-term grief, but at the expense of increasing cumulative grief in the long-term. Your logic isn't always clear to people, even to those who have known you longer than not. It may more prudent, therefore, when dealing with most people, to just suck it up. That is, unless you want to restrict yourself to associating yourself with people who don't give a rat's ass about whether or not you're around. But then you run the risk of being the guy whose body was found after neighbours started complaining about the smell. Harsh comment? Yes. Funny? Definitely.
Hmmm...I would say that I know you a bit... and i never realized in all the time I knew you what a sucker you were for drama. Sometimes it's ok to deal with girls by telling them what they want to hear and not telling what they don't. That's coming from a girl so it's gotta mean something! Telling a friend you don't like there friend is never a good idea...besides it's so high school to be like that and then stress about it. Obviously, if you're going to tell your feelings to someone like that you should make sure that they are adult enough to handle it and respond appropriately!
Why can't you see the good in everyone? Until warmongers such as yourself begin to acknowledge that everybody has some good, this will not be a world of peace and love. You, good sir, are no Bono Vox. There's far too much negative energy on this blog. Be happy. We should all be happy. Peace.
Warmonger, huh? Wow. I don't think I've ever been called that before.
The title of the post is "The war at home." Did you not instigate the conflict. Your next piece is entitled "Defcon 2." Hence, warmonger. I would like to take that comment back however. In pointing out your negative energy, I, myself, was using negative energy. It made my head hurt and my tummy sore. Why can this world not be a more beautiful place? Why are friends wasting time with anger? A better world begins with a happy home. Peace.
I forgot a "?" in my comment. See what you've made me do. You have caused me imbalance. I don't know what more to say. I need some tea. Peace.
You no do thing good. Gerl no give bath with you. Sory no good speak england.
Viktor from Ukraine
Touché, my anonymous commentator. It is, indeed, called "the War at Home" and I did instigate the conflict. Thankfully, it seems that matters have resolved themselves and Megs has chosen to accept my apology.
Anonymous-
Viktor from Ukraine telegraphed he said how intelligent it was of you too use people learning second languages as a possible punchline. Listen if you can't use the "A" material cue cards then feel free just to leave things be. It is sad when you undermine valid and good points by yourself with one that is not well thought out.
What name oj from
You speak туалет.
Viktor from Ukraine
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