Tis true Tis true
today we finally moved my dad's desk out of my room. the reason it was like that is because i was in the hospital when they moved in here so they didn't have a room for me, and then when i got out they moved a spare bed into his office for me to sleep on. now his desk is up in my mom's counseling office and i have the room to myself. i'm covered in sweat from moving shit up and down two flights of stairs, but it's worth the annoyance, cause now i have my own space with no distractions or encroachments of the outside world. i got all the tacky art off the walls (my mom's decorative taste really doesn't do it for me), i'll customize the space more later when i'm more energetic.
i have actually lost count of the people who have limped away from discussions with me when i'm not their advocate. even more embarrassing is the fact that these people have usually tried to start something with me, often when i'm debating someone else, but change their tune when i turn my focus solely to them. it's the verbal equivalent of bowing out of a fight before i deliver the final devastating blow. you're so weak.
There may be truth to that. It would be especially poignant if you didn't need to pretend to be someone else in order to do it. Also, and this may come as a shock to you: your myopia leads you to believe a number of misread situations. You're a toy. It's a great tactic when in parley with you. Have you noticed? Tease the barking dog. Everyone passes around the leash.
Buttered Toast: She did comment that she gets swiped at in the midst of some other thing.
i'm gonna take this as confirmation that you took me seriously in my 'rage fit'. which only serves to prove my point. in reality, you are my toy. you are there for me to play with when i so wish. i can make you feel smug and triumphant and then take it all away. :D