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| Psycho me |
| 04.26.04 (2:18 pm) [edit] |
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So all weekend, I didn't talk to Wayne. We had a very short phone conversation when I called him. However, he was at the supermarket, and the connection was horrible. Not talking to him (pretty much at all) had me a little ticked off...mostly just at the situation. I know we have our own lives and I know better than that anyone else that doing one's own thing is important. But then he had to apologise about it now...which has gotten me ticked off at *him* more than the situation. I told him I didn't feel like speaking to him today. My anger would just result in a not-so-pleasant conversation anyway...although it's dying (the anger, that is). Anyway...the last message I got from him on the weekend was "talk to you Sunday." And to me, that means that it's going to happen because it's been planned. But no, there was no talking. Why? Because there was a "great" race on TV and one of his cats is not doing well. A big beef of mine is being shoved down a priority list because of what's on TV. I mean I enjoy watching TV, but I think there are lots more important things. (Thank goodness for VCRs.) He used to try chatting to me while he was watching CSI, which ticked me off just as much because it'd be a half-assed conversation. I just say bye if I know he's watching TV. I can understand about his cats. But thanks for letting me know at the time. I know he was around and near his computer. I just don't like having my time wasted when I set some aside for someone. Geez. Or maybe I just don't like feeling like I don't matter. At least I got notice for this coming weekend that he won't really be around. |
posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 04.27.04 (9:03 am)
Hmmm. on the one hand, I like to feel like I am more important than a TV show and on the other hand, if someone calls me during The Sopranos, I dont always answer the phone even if it is someone I really love. ;)
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