A sense of injustice pervades the arena of others, yet i wonder if I caused such a thing? Not really; I think I saw things as they were a few weeks earlier, and managed to face up to it and nip it in the bud. Well, in a "I'm just going to stay in my room" sorta way of dealing with things. But hey. It worked.
It's hard that I don't understand such anger, such indignant injustice. Reign fire, rain fur, I don't care; really there are two wrongs, on both sides, and neither one can really claim the moral highground. It's just the way it is. There can no resolution, there can only be a melancholy resignation.
An old story....
I had an ex once, and we had planned to go to a concert with a friend. Things fell apart two weeks before the concert, so I grabbed my ticket and decided it would be best to hide away up the back of the concert, leaving the girls to their devices. They were good friends, an I thought it was the noble thing to do.
We hadn't spoken for those two weeks either. So it really seemed quite dead in the water.
For some reason my ex had expected me to still go along, pretending everythign was hunky-dory. She didn't seem to realise I was hurting. Perhaps that's why she'd just let things die the way they did. Two weeks is an age in the digital age.
So she pulled out, and the mutual friend was confused and couldn't stand up to the concert either.
She had wanted to be friends, while being oblivious to how I was hurting. She was angry because I couldn't just do it and pretend. I'm a heart-on-my-sleeves sorta guy, I couldn't just stand there and not be overwhelmed. So how could she be angry at me because of it? Why didnt' she just go along anyway, if everything had seemed ok with her?
I didn't understand it. I still don't. And I feel that it's kinda what's been happening around my head these days.
I wonder if this will be censored?
Anyway, my Dad said the other day "A woman standing in the rain to get wet is a silly way to have a relationship"
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