I work at a bar.
I live with someone.
I have friends.
I love reading.
That sums me up.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

I found myself...

So, many will laugh, but I finished the new Harry Potter book at 5AM on Monday morning.
I had the wedding on Saturday, a tiff with NG Saturday evening, and running around with errands on Sunday morning/afternoon. I didn't get it started until Sunday around 5pm.
It took me under 12 hours to read because that was also taking a break for food, coffee, and talking to the roommate.
And that's all I have to say about Harry Potter, because I swear I won't ruin it for people who haven't read it, and not make the rest bored.

Remember back in the paragraph when I said, "tiff with NG?"
Yea, let's discuss that.

So I thought only girls could do this:
They do something wrong...
...And still manage to blame the guy for it completely.
I watched in awe as MW would do that to MM and then get away with it.

Apparently, guys can too.
I left the bars in a huff on Saturday...
It was such a great day, I enjoyed myself at the wedding and afterwards NG and I didn't want to go home. So we called some people and went out to our local pub. We said we'd only go out for a couple because we were both tired. About 1AM I started getting tired. I had been drinking on and off again since 5PM so I felt it was time to go home. NG had a half of beer left. I got my stuff together, and put it aside, and as I did that FN said, "Are you going soon?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tired."
NG looked right at me and then smiled. He was my ride home, and the one holding my Harry Potter book and cell phone in his car.
NG finished his beer.
ID filled it up again.
NG allowed him and didn't even say anything.
I swore under my breathe, FN who was watching me, saw it.
"Hunny, I'll walk you home," he said.
I said "Fine," (its a 20 minute walk) got up, and turned my heel and left.
On the way home I said some not-so-nice-things about NG actually liking the cock and how FN should date him because obviously he wasn't interested in girls.
I was drunk.

The next day, around 3:30ish in the afternoon, I called NG (roommate's phone)and told him I was coming over. He also had my laptop.
I wanted my book and laptop, I didn't care about anything else.
I arrived and NG was positively cold to me.
I had resolved myself to be "un-mad" because I figured whatever I was upset about last night wasn't that big of a deal in reality.
His cold behavior really surprised me.
I collected my things and since I was confused I asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"WHY did you just LEAVE last night?" He starts.
"BECAUSE I was TIRED," I said in the same voice.
"You could have told me!" he said, dropping the sarcasm.
"I thought you knew! I announced it to the table!" I said.
"QSW, I was drunk!" he retorts.
He said this in the same manner a girl would say, "Of course I was a bitch! I was on my period!"
I found myself apologizing.
Then he laid more guilt into me about how I didn't talk to him much after the wedding, and how I got quiet when I got out to the bars.
I found myself trying to explain myself and how tired I was.
He told me how he worried about me walking home and how since I had left my cell in his car, he couldn't get a hold of me.
I found myself promising I'd never do it again.
I decided it was best if I left him alone to his video games, so I left his apartment.
I found myself walking out the door, stopping and saying,
"WAIT? WHAT THE HELL?"

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2 Comments:

Blogger Scotty said...

Classic. I just think it's funny that he knew you wanted to leave, yet still did the opposite.

July 24, 2007 at 8:22 PM  
Blogger James said...

QSW, I'm convinced that these minor episodes are the small wedges that drive us apart, eventually.

NG can't read your mind, and people drinking are usually idiots. Hence, you can't blame him for not knowing that you wanted to go.

You taking off without telling him, therefore, was a Crazy Girl thing. You should've said "hey, I'm leaving" in his ear.

On the other hand, when he saw that you'd disappeared, he should've chased after you. "Hey, QSW is gone!? WTF? Shit!" should have been running through his mind. Crazy Guy thing.

Next day: He was a total dipshit for acting weird. Should've just said "uh... okay, what happened last night?"

Overall, you win on this one, QSW... but is winning the goal? You both did silly things, albeit him more than you. But is that what you want? Y'know, I think I've figured it out. Relationships that work are all about the giving. If you don't get what you need in return, then fine, break it off. But give with all your heart while you can.

And jesus, why is he playing video games? I mean, in general, because that's what 13-year-old-boys do, but also, WTF??! Give me a choice between video games, my girlfriend, and (say) a good book or sleeping, and I'll always choose one of the two latter. What kind of adult plays video games at the expense of his life? Maybe he's a nice guy, QSW, but HFS, you deserve a bit better than that.

July 24, 2007 at 11:15 PM  

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