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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Fictional Arguments, Real Consequences

Do you ever psych yourself up for social encounters that you suspect will involve people arguing with you by running through the argument in your head beforehand, so as to be prepared for all possible verbal attacks?

And then you get good and angry at the person you're arguing with EVEN THOUGH HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING.

And it's not like in a dream, where you have a fight and wake up so so so INCREDIBLY angry, because you don't even have the memory of the fight, you KNOW FOR A FACT that you've simply imagined it.

But now you're really really mad, and kind of hurt (because no one knows how to press your buttons as well as you do) and so you either

(1) go to the social encounter as a bristly, raging mass of hurt and anger that explodes at the slightest touch:

 or

(2) stay home and be miserable, and secretly hate the people you pretend-argued with for making you lose out on what was probably the awesomest social event of the season:

AND PART OF YOU NEVER FORGIVES THAT FRIEND EVER EVER EVER AGAIN?



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