a brief synopsis of the mind

you're 30 minutes late and that is only what I had expected
not because it's the usual. not because i expect the worst. because i know when you are being "banky" (see buffalo news front page; this is the cult that invented that expression) and so involved in your own "case" (see BNFP) that you let it rule out everything else.
drama
drama
drama.
Since you were supposed to call at 10, i'm not accomplishing anything. because anything i'd like to accomplish involves lots of concentration and it can't be done if you're going to call at any minute. so eat that one bitch, you love to be sorry anyway. now who's the victim, huh? huh? booyah.
i'm not having fun with this "games condition" (see BNFP).
call me arrogant if you want but i can't even take you seriously right now because i know exactly what you're doing. I've told you you are wrong and now you're trying to see how i'm wrong.
it's a natural human reaction, so go with it.
but don't be surprised when i show no remorse nor pity nor sym- or empathetic reaction to whatever you say.
i'm just bitter because i shouldn't have to deal with it. but i do because i love you and aparently that's not enough. i have tried and tried and tried to get you to stop dramatizing and just talk but you insist on letting it fester until all clarity is gone and even you're not sure where it came from.
that is and has always been your problem and not mine and i have to stop making it mine.
i just don't see how we've gone for almost 4 years with only one argument (that was about weather or not time existed) and suddenly there's a need to be angry with eachother.




yay for scientology and yay for cults