My sweetie has been rather stressed out at work, trying to tie up all her loose ends before she heads off and boy, has she been in a foul mood. This of course doesn't work out well for me at all because I don't respond well to pissiness in general. I mean sure things are bad at the office, but hey that's not entirely my fault now is it? I'm supposed to be the love of your life, the one you're suppose to run to and whose arms you cradle in when you're having a bad day, not your damn punching bag. And mind you, I'm nobody's punching bag. (I'm far too skinny, and so not tough and muscular for that sorta thing)
Its just that when she's pissy with me, I get pissy with her for getting pissy with me (that was a mouthful). And we just get pissy with one another until someone caves, or we get into a argument (and then that's quite another story altogether). Yes, it all sounds childish and quite inefficient but hey, I'm the victim here! (My sweetie is probably echoing the same sentiment) And, and, and it doesn't help that she seems to be normal (i.e. almost happy, even if its pretend happy) with everyone else. See at least when I'm pissed, EVERYONE gets it. Its all fair. Basically no one is spared. But noooo... now I'm the only one who seems to be getting the brunt of things. Sure, I get the argument if you can't be "real" with your sweetheart, who can you be "real" with right? Yeah yeah yeah, but can't you be the nice "real" you? Oh sigh and double sigh.
Then again, the moment my sweetie does something nice/cute/funny, I melt and punching bags are thrown out the window. With all this punching bag action going on, I'm surprised I'm not any fitter.
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