Good-Day

Remember that scene from Unbreakable?



Yeah, so that happened to me today.

Well, moreso of the Cypher/Neo Matrix type.

I should have known just from the mere fact that my body didn't want to awake until 11AM that *this* would happen.

I started off my morning early, around 12noon.

My first thought, "I'll get to work early, finish reading emails by 1PM, seeing that I'm sooo slow."

I purposely tried to keep my mind off of personal things.

I spoke to everyone, simultaneously, in my ragged "Barry White" allergy voice.

I sat down, hoping to just get concentrated in email.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

"How are you?"

"Meh. Grumpy and a bit irritable. How are you?"

"Tired. Spent all weekend arguing..."

At this point, I didn't want to say anymore... but I did.

"I was wondering what happened to you. I tried to text, but got nothing back."

Now, I should have expected for the other shoe to drop, but I held out hope.

"Yeah, since it was about you, then I tried to not text you."

What???

"He's just jealous of you."

So, because he's jealous of ME, *I'm* the one that got neglected.

Or wait, is this opposite day? April Fool's? 'Is this a joke,' I'm saying.

"I understand. Let me know what you want to do. To be fair, I'm just going to let you contact me."

Ha! Yeah, that will be the day.

"Thanks for understanding."

I understand all too well.

I've had abusive relationships.

I know that "backing down" is the first step.

The abuser tries to do everything they can to isolate you.

Then, they can tell you things about people that are not true.

'If they REALLY cared about you, they would call.'

Not true. People have lives. And they assume that you have yours. If it was dire, then yes, people would call.

'She would get to know me, first.'

Who the hell DIED and made you king of interpersonal relationships?!

'That's unusual, contacting you that way.'

First of all, asswipe, contacting anyone in any way is dependent on the relationship. Let the contactee decide if it's appropriate or not.

'If she really wanted to be your friend, she would have fought for you.'

That's true. But I'm not going to go mano y mano with a pretentious, possessive person.

I've learned, past my high school days, that immature people never really mature until they've lost something they love.

Whether it be physical, mental, or spiritual... loss makes someone grow.

And in that case, I have grown.

I lost something that I cared about.

Again.

Which makes me a little more mature.

And knowledgeable... about the world.