2012-11-17

azurelunatic: panic button.  (panic)
2012-11-17 03:09 am
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Parental type freakouts

Fishmumly wibbling )

And the Fishmum often (but not always) wins the Gosh, That Was A Soap Operatic High School competition. I have been told that I need to make a diagram in order for that relationship progression to be even vaguely understandable. (I have been told this many times.)

Also, breaking up by text message is bad; breaking up by answering machine is awkward as fuck (don't be Ted Mosby); I once broke up with a dude by postcard, but to be fair, he deserved it and we weren't really dating anyway.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
2012-11-17 09:35 am
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A moment of screwy social dynamics

Party A: *confesses a vulnerability*
Party B: *makes a tasteless and hurtful response*
Party A: B, that was immensely hurtful.
Party B: WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO MEEEEEEEEEEE.

Party C: A, you really hurt B's feelings.
Party A: B really hurt my feelings.


IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE BEING TOLD THAT SOMETHING YOU DID WAS HURTFUL, PLEASE JUST. AAAA. YOU ARE NOT EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH INTERACTING WITH OTHER HUMANS. THIS IS A KINDERGARTEN LESSON. INTENT IS NOT MAGIC. IF YOU STEP ON SOMEONE ELSE'S GODDAMNED INFECTED INGROWN TOENAIL, YOU GET THE FUCK OFF THEIR FOOT, NOT CRY THAT THEY SCARED YOU WHEN THEY SCREAMED IN PAIN. ESPECIALLY WHEN LITERALLY THE THING THEY SAID TO EVERYONE RIGHT BEFORE YOU STOMPED WAS "MY TOE IS FUCKED UP, PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH IT."


(apparently if I don't deal with things adequately at the time, they will sit around in the back of my brain and then ambush me when I'm sufficiently sleep-depped to already hate the world.)
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2012-11-17 11:55 pm
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