Offend Me!

Shew and I have still not had a real fight, but we came damn close the other night. If it weren't for a freak chance things would have turned out very different.

It just so happens that a diner serves up more than just food. You can get a pipping hot argument before even walking through the door. Last Friday, Shew and I headed to Metro because a night out in Brooklyn was due. We were only a few blocks away from my apartment when he told me he didn't want to go to the diner after the bar. The best part of going out is the delicious diner food at the end... at least for me. It's tradition! This irritated me because the last time we went out I gave up going to the diner because Shew didn't want to.

My suggestion was that we alternate weekends between going out with each other and our friends. Shew has a more upscale group of friends that would likely have more fun at a wine tasting. My friends tend to like ghetto things such as THE DINER! This struck a chord with Shew and the rest of the walk to the train was silent. A new policy went into practice when I started dating Shew. I just let go of things that piss me off. Maybe it's a lot to expect the same in return. On the train platform Shew said he just needed a minute, but I honestly contemplated going home right then and there. I knew he wasn't going to drop it and I'm sick, sick, sick of arguing almost every time we go out. It's insane.

Things were mellowing as we sat down to drinks when Shew sent a text to me by mistake. "Ryan just royally offended me." When I flipped my phone at him the look was priceless. He didn't want to talk about it, but now I was off and running with the angry. The music was loud but my voice came across loud and clear. For the first time Shew experienced the angry person I can be. I told him to get over himself, and when he told me it offended him I was honest and said I didn't care.

Honestly, I think it's bullshit. My suggestion for alternating weekends between friends and each other wasn't an effort to be apart more. It was an effort to compromise so we could both do what we want without having to do something unwanted. At that very moment Candy Mountain walked up and said hi. Immediately the retail face and personality came out. I try my best not to show my anger in front of friends and strangers whenever possible. This slowly defused the situation up until about an hour later when I wanted to go home.

Things are fine again, but I am questioning where things are going. I don't want to be in television relationship where there's a new drama happening every week. It's too much work, and so exhausting.

Christianmas Eve-Eve

It's not so much that I want to be right about this, it's just that I know my family. Things have of course descended into chaos as we inch our way towards Christianmas.

My brother and I are very different. Different to the point that we just don't get along. In fact, most people are surprised to hear that I have a brother. We all know that I can be offensive, but it's usually in a fun comical way that doesn't really do any harm. My brother is offensive in a way that is totally opposite: He has no tact. I made a white trash joke based on the type of beer that I drink, he then proceeded to take it to the next level. I can't recall exactly what he said, but something about trailer trash. He is the one person that always says the thing that sends you off the edge.

If you're one of those that has been following my blog from the beginning then you know that I love to dwell. I will obsess over small things to the point of driving myself and everyone else nuts. This is not just some adorable trait that I've come by on my own, this happens to be something that I've adopted. My mother is exactly the same. After my brother made the comment she was ready to knock him out.

Things escalated with spilled drinks and broken glasses. The fighting continued to the point that I ended up making half of dinner to get away. Things calmed down after my brother finally went away. While talking to my mother afterwards she commented on not meaning to ruin my visit. I only come out here once a year for a few days, it should be all fun and games. I told her she was ruining my visit and to let it go.

It's now Christianmas eve and I seem to have caught the attitude. Aside from the nosebleed that I enjoyed this morning, I may be catching a cold. Everyone here smokes, so I can't tell if my sinuses are freaking out from that or if I'm getting sick.

The big day is tomorrow and never have we had a holiday without a problem. Let's see if this year's different.