Welcome, welcome. Come in, take a seat, take off your bra if you'd like. Today's installment is various bits of dialogue from a couple weeks ago. I did participate in some instances, but only as a means of getting more to write about. Do I feel bad? Nope.
18 July
12:36PM
Sam: Hey I'm going to look at guns...wanna join me?
What I Should Have Said (WISHS): ....(actually, I have no real way to respond to that so my ignorance of the statement was as good as it could be)
12:50PM
Sam: I guess not. Well, do you wanna go eat when I get back?
WISHS: Only if you won't be at the place I'm going to go eat.
7:20PM
Sam: On my way back. Wanna eat at Subway?
WISHS: I do, just not while you're around.
7:24PM
Sam: Guess I will just shut up like you always want.
WISHS: Now you're getting it! And to think, I thought you didn't have any sort of deductive reasoning skills whatsoever.
19 July
8:15AM*
(*It should be noted that 19 July was a Tuesday...one of my precious days off from work)
Sam: Hey can I come over? I think I left a bag at your apt 4th of July & I need it.
WISHS: You fucking text me before noon on my off day for a stupid fucking bag?!
8:35AM
Sam: I won't stay, I just want my bag. Let me know if I can get it after work please. :) (goddamn emoticons ruin my soul)
WISHS: You won't stay huh? Heard that before. How about I just leave the damn thing on the stairs outside then I don't have to see you.
Later that day, having successfully avoided the unwanted visitor for as long as possible, I begrudgingly opened my door and handed the bag through without saying more than a sentence or two. If I had only known that my lack of verbal banter would garner what came next, I would have slit my wrists in the bathroom.
4:35PM
Sam: I wish you would actually speak to me...just open up for once...or ask me what is going on...what is wrong...something...
4:38PM
Sam: It just...with everything else going on right now this is really starting to hurt.
Me (just to keep the ball rolling for the blog): Everything...?
WISHS: .....
4:43PM
Sam: Yes, everything. I am stuck in this freaking town with no way what so ever to achieve what I want. Every time I think I might actually have something good it all turns to shit.
4:46PM
Sam: It just seems no one gives a rats ass...I can wear myself thin helping others and being there for them, but when I am at my lowest, which as been lately, everyone has turn their back. I am ashamed to say that last night was my worst.
Me: What are you babbling about?
WISHS: Well, at least you have the shame thing working for you. That has to count for something that you recognize that when you do something stupid...or maybe you're a secret Catholic.
4:51PM
Sam: I just want one good thing to happen...nothing. Even though I thought it was...and I have been going for at least that one good thing to no avail.
WISHS: If you think I'm the good thing, thanks but I already told you no.
4:57PM
Sam: I am there for everyone and when I find something I want to go for, it goes to shit.
Me: Well, that's the nature of life.
WISHS: If you weren't so damn pessimistic all the fucking time and got off your ass to try for things, good stuff would happen. Good shit just doesn't fall from the sky because you want it, you have to actually DO something to get it.
5:09PM
Sam: I just felt like I had a purpose in life...I want to be a teacher, I want to get married and have kids....
WISHS: Whoa, horsey! I don't do phone proposals, nor would I say yes to you anyway.
5:21PM
Sam: I just see no hope for it.
WISHS: Welcome to life. Please leave your hope, love, trust, and general good feelings at the door, and we will begin the ass pounding shortly.
5:32PM
Sam: And my family stomped any hope of achieving my goals. They don't think anything about me. I'm not good enough for them even though I don't have any kids out of marriage...I'm still a flippin virgin for god's sake!
WISHS: Buy me tons of alcohol, get me good and drunk, and I'll fuck you...that way, you'll be good enough for your family by not being a virgin anymore.
6:05PM
Sam: Wanna watch the Rangers game with me?
6:07PM
Sam: You know...you should bring in a new ritual for your pregame stuff.
Me: Like what? (I was hoping for something amazing, and wasn't disappointed)
6:10PM
Sam: Nothing to dramatic...just give me a kiss before every game. That has to be good luck, right? Kiss from a pretty girl wouldn't hurt. :-p (fucking emoticons!)
WISHS: You're right, a kiss from a pretty girl wouldn't hurt...do you know any?
20 July
8:29AM
Sam: Dear Brian,
Greetings and I hope you have a wonderful day...I am writing to say that I was wanting to join you some evening to hang out. Till the next time we speak. -Sam
WISHS: Dear Sam,
The fact that you want to "hang out" screams only to me that you want to molest me repeatedly. As much as molestation can be fun, I prefer it to be by someone I actually give a shit about or is at least not borderline fucking insane.
That last one, I responded to much, much later with a polite no if only so that I could continue the debauchery that is/will be this blog. Until the next time...
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