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He told me he was an asshole. I couldn’t believe it. Why would anyone call themselves such a thing? That is a word I myself reserve for the lowliest of lows. It is not a word I use lightly, and there have probably been 2 people I’ve used it for in my whole life.
Because I have a sensitive nature, I would not believe that.
He also insisted he was a bad person. “Why?” I would ask him. He could never tell me why. I joked with him and asked, “do you run little old ladies over who are trying to cross the street?” “No!”, he’d laugh. But he would never tell me why he claimed himself to be a bad person.
Because of my sensitive nature, I thought it was just him being down in the dumps. Again.
Then a couple of times he asked me – “Do you think I’m evil?” Pause here.
Now, if I didn’t believe he was an asshole, or a bad person, why would I think he was evil? My caring side, which at this point is being pulled way down under the surface of the water by him (I have a thing for the ocean and swimming; maybe I’ll explain that later), immediately responds “No”. By this time I am getting a little fatigued by the games he’s been playing, but…..
Because of my sensitive side, I continue to try pulling myself back up to the surface, and pulling him up with me. Little did I know I should have pulled out my knife and cut the seaweed that tied us together right then and there.
I’ll write more later…..
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Posted by KBmyAngel on 2008-07-19 13:08:38 | Rating: | Views: 47
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wow... sounds like he had something to confess, but was judging your reactions first?
I can't wait to read more :)
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-07-20 00:21:53
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