Since You Said it, You Are to Blame

I find it funny, how some people can take a snippet of what you're saying to them, decapitate it, rape it, torch it, and then point a weary, mangled finger in your direction and say, "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!", sucking in breath and heaving madly.

What HAVE I done? I only asked you whether or not you were going to drive me to the gym this afternoon.

But no, apparently through the eyes of a very defensive and morally hurt individual, it happened to translate as, "I am accusing you of never taking me anywhere. Any time. And I believe your clothing is a spectacle."

Why twist everything into such a web of misinterpretation? I think everyone just needs to take a really hot bath, read some sappy novel, and cry themselves to sleep. Just something silent, that doesn't require a lot of thought, and that keeps them occupied for a little while, so they stop stressing over what their interpretation of my words might have meant. And most times I'm half-delirious when I'm speaking anyway, so it's nothing to really take seriously. Unless, of course, I have my angry face on, and then you might think twice about whether I really did mean it.

Which goes to say, I'm a very meaningful person. For the most part, I will not tell you something unless I meant it. I am by nature a little more blunt than I would care for, but who am I to choose the gifts I was born with. I must learn to love and embrace my candor.

As a last thought, I was sitting up in bed this morning, staring with a groggy eye at my alarm clock. I woke up 5 minutes earlier than I was aiming to (6:45am) and so I waited. It seemed about an hour passed when I glanced over, and it read "6:41am". I thought, "Just a minute has passed." so I laid down my head, and just barely shut my eyes. Not even 1 second after doing so, my alarm goes off. It's like it perpetuated the time while I was still awake, and then as soon as it notices I'm no longer paying it attention, it speeds ahead. Damn bloody bastard.