ah, the pain of being wrong

It’s like taking a nice long bath in your own bile.

A: yeah, it’s a little messed up how opposite your stories are

Because one of you would have to be fabricating something

me: I’m not staunch on my version

it’s like I said

A: That’s that part that bugs me

me: flashes that got put together

A: Cuz it sure sounded like you were, when we talked about it

10:55 AM me: well that’s what I believed

truly

A: Yeah, I know all that. Either way you should just talk to her

it’ll be all good

me: I feel like it needs to be in person

over the phone I can’t tell if I’m being manipulated

A: well then so be it

call her and set something up

10:56 AM get it over with

everyone will be happy

me: we don’t have an open relationship btw

10:57 AM A: uh, I know that

thanks for… reminding me?

assface

me: I thought you were trying to get back at me last night because I was making it known out loud to you that I did not commission you to molest the hell out of my friend and that if I thought it would be hot I’d let you know

you totally ignored me

A: I don’t even know how to explain that away, because I was tanked.

me: well….

A: which isn’t an excuse, I know

10:58 AM me: right

we’re on the same page then?

A: I won’t even try to deny that I probably was feeling like I needed to “get back at you.” It wouldn’t have happened otherwise, or even crossed my mind

yes, we’re on the same page

me: k

10:59 AM I’m sorry for getting drunk and having sex with your friend. this is a new apology and I mean it. It was unacceptable.

A: Thank you.

I need a nap before I go to work. I’ll be back later.

11:00 AM And, I’m sorry for molesting your friend.

me: thank you

have a good nap baby

You see, it turns out my memory of the indiscretion was not only fallible but possibly not at all correct. I had blacked out drunk at least two hours before it happened, however, and honestly trusted the few ‘flashes’ of memory I had and my interpretation of them to be correct. Also, knowing myself and the other girl involved, it seemed entirely plausible, possibly expected, that she would initiate such activity. Well, her memory contradicts mine, which leaves me helpless but to plead the drunkth. As was discussed in the above chat.

come to think of it

The last thing the world needs is one more “there are two kinds of people in the world” sentiments.  However, there really are, and I am generally apt to provide the last thing someone needs on any given day.  Often these sentiments are offered as a comic device, sometimes they are insights into a oft repeated stupidity, and others yet simply serve to criticize.  My sentiment, is none of these.

There really are two, precisely, two kinds of people: those who think before they act, and those who act.

This sounds rather ‘der’, no?  As a generalized concept it is.  Specificity lends a new light, however, and yields a much funnier stupidity/normalcy to it.  Now, consider a new hire at some company, any company.  Let’s say you work in one area and the new hire is in another.  You will never have any reason to interact with this person but you hear that they are gorgeous so you go introduce yourself anyway.  You are in the latter category.  Someone who thinks first will at least know they’re being a tool before walking over to shake hands, or abort the mission entirely.

That example explains the worthless side of inconsiderate action.  Yet, as is the case with any point I would make, there is another side that is quite good.  People who act make things happen.  People who think first do not.  Some times it is better to think, sometimes things just need to be done.

Recognizing the difference can be, to each type independently, impossible.

“The revolution is upon us!  Take up your arms and join the fight!”

-well… are we right?  If we are would we win?  Is this really the best solution?

See what I am getting at?  We need both.  I just have an easier time criticizing people who do not think.