This thing can rot
I've decided I kind of hate LJ.
It's not LJ's fault, really, but this is the place I come to bitch. So, whenever I look back on my previous posts to see where I've been, it's a string of annoyances and moaning.
Most tragically, my postings of the past year and a half primarily concern my best friend/roommate and frustrations therein. Stupid frustrations. Why did we misunderstand that or not correctly interpret the mood frustrations.
We had a snap. An phenomenally stupid one involving sleeping habits of the past week and the validity of those claims. Long story short, we did not agree on a point, she got irritated and said to just drop it, and, stung at the brush off, I snapped that I didn't know it would bother her so much. She rolled her eyes(yea, I can see that even from an angle) and focused on her computer. I got on LJ.
Now, what went wrong? I thought we were having a basic conversation, and while I admit I was defending myself and my nocturnal habits, I don't know when the "Fucking Tired of It" flip was switched. Did I do the starting-rebuttals-with-NO thing? I'm sorry if I did, I don't mean to. People should point it out to me, if we're just talking (in an argument, it may be taken the wrong way). I'll be embarrassed, but maybe that will make me try harder to stop. My issue is I just can't see where it spiraled. I disagreed, she disagreed, but maybe it's because the subject was a matter of factual information rather than opinions that made the difference. If people think a different way (to a point, admittedly), most rational people can accept it, but when facts are disputed, it's understood that the other person is either flat-out WRONG or a liar.
I've been walking on eggshells for days, she's upset and I know why but damned if I know what to do about it. I don't want to bug her with attempts to dig her out of her funk because they likely won't work as it's just not so simple, but am exhausted and frankly annoyed by it. This is lame, I know this. She feels this way and can't want to feel this way, but dammit I'm entitled to my unreasonable reactions, too. Really, it's a vicious cycle, as my frustration at not being able to do anything feeds my irritation about her not trying to shake it off, which then accosts me with guilt over thinking something so selfish and insensitive, and swings me right back to wanting to help but being unable to. Sitting by and being supportive takes olympian endurance.
I'm not even huffy, anymore. Just calm and rather sad. I know this is gonna start an argument, but I REALLY needed to say it.
It's not LJ's fault, really, but this is the place I come to bitch. So, whenever I look back on my previous posts to see where I've been, it's a string of annoyances and moaning.
Most tragically, my postings of the past year and a half primarily concern my best friend/roommate and frustrations therein. Stupid frustrations. Why did we misunderstand that or not correctly interpret the mood frustrations.
We had a snap. An phenomenally stupid one involving sleeping habits of the past week and the validity of those claims. Long story short, we did not agree on a point, she got irritated and said to just drop it, and, stung at the brush off, I snapped that I didn't know it would bother her so much. She rolled her eyes(yea, I can see that even from an angle) and focused on her computer. I got on LJ.
Now, what went wrong? I thought we were having a basic conversation, and while I admit I was defending myself and my nocturnal habits, I don't know when the "Fucking Tired of It" flip was switched. Did I do the starting-rebuttals-with-NO thing? I'm sorry if I did, I don't mean to. People should point it out to me, if we're just talking (in an argument, it may be taken the wrong way). I'll be embarrassed, but maybe that will make me try harder to stop. My issue is I just can't see where it spiraled. I disagreed, she disagreed, but maybe it's because the subject was a matter of factual information rather than opinions that made the difference. If people think a different way (to a point, admittedly), most rational people can accept it, but when facts are disputed, it's understood that the other person is either flat-out WRONG or a liar.
I've been walking on eggshells for days, she's upset and I know why but damned if I know what to do about it. I don't want to bug her with attempts to dig her out of her funk because they likely won't work as it's just not so simple, but am exhausted and frankly annoyed by it. This is lame, I know this. She feels this way and can't want to feel this way, but dammit I'm entitled to my unreasonable reactions, too. Really, it's a vicious cycle, as my frustration at not being able to do anything feeds my irritation about her not trying to shake it off, which then accosts me with guilt over thinking something so selfish and insensitive, and swings me right back to wanting to help but being unable to. Sitting by and being supportive takes olympian endurance.
I'm not even huffy, anymore. Just calm and rather sad. I know this is gonna start an argument, but I REALLY needed to say it.