Of bloody consequences
Those of you who possess more computing power than say, a sponge, know that it is a spectacularly bad idea to trawl your new love’s history of the heart. You may have heard the brutal truth but actually seeing it is about on the same level of fun as playing barefoot bowls on a field of shattered window panes while taking big gulps of mustard gas.
Why do we do it though? Are we such masochists? You know it will tear rents in your soul yet you hungrily read the next bit of text, you hunt for words of love or betrayal and when you find them you experience a moment of tainted pleasure. Please sir, may I have some more blood filled porridge?*
Oh and things are going just spectacularly well with Himself‘s roommate. Understandable or not, he is throwing a brokenhearted, lonely, angry, destructive, self pitying tantrum that would do a 2 year old proud. The problem came in when I, who have known him for only a few weeks, told him pretty much verbatim, all of that. I may be right but saying so was also a VERY BAD IDEA. I’m also the cause of the roommate’s only friend (pretty much) never being home. Anyone want to take a guess who gets the Evil Bitch of the Year award?
On the upside: D’s dad was not only civil with me today but actually said, and I hope you are sitting down for this, “thank you”. May it be that the past year of tense, barely restrained bitterness is coming to an end?
*The Last Emperor- the only scene in that movie to have ever stuck with me. Innocuous white porridge with blood welling through the broken crust.
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