“You never put the toilet seat down”
“How come we can never be on time for anything?”
“You’re not talking”
“I hate hanging out with your friends”
Exasperation
by Adam Carnegie
Taken in the midst of my marathon session with Posh tonight, this is the face of exasperation. What exactly is exasperation? Well it is defined as “aggravation” or “actions that cause great irritation, (or even anger).” How did I get to such a point?
Well the last time I actually heard Posh’s voice for longer than 30 seconds was Thursday night. I even randomly called her workplace Sunday for a brief moment to help stave off the dependence. The schedules this week were the most convoluted in our very short recent history. We both developed independent social lives on the same weekend. Regardless, it’s the longest we have not spoke since before the whole March visit occurred.
How far we’ve come. Here I am having inconsequential arguments over concert invitations and the semantics of interrogatory statements. Why? Why do I waste the batteries on my phone, risk radiation exposure from same said phone, and definitely raise my blood pressure for no reason?
Cause I miss her. And that’s the natural, unhealthy way for those feelings to get out. Eventually, I came out and realized that myself and I said it. Along with a lot of other deep sentiments that I guess were milling around for a while as well. (And I did apologize for all the b.s. that preceded.) Posh asked where it all came from. I said I guess it’s been growing for a while. There’s no concrete landmark to signify when things got so deep. They did though.
It’s been established. This is deep.
We now move on from this point.
“How come we can never be on time for anything?”
“You’re not talking”
“I hate hanging out with your friends”
Exasperation
by Adam Carnegie
Taken in the midst of my marathon session with Posh tonight, this is the face of exasperation. What exactly is exasperation? Well it is defined as “aggravation” or “actions that cause great irritation, (or even anger).” How did I get to such a point?
Well the last time I actually heard Posh’s voice for longer than 30 seconds was Thursday night. I even randomly called her workplace Sunday for a brief moment to help stave off the dependence. The schedules this week were the most convoluted in our very short recent history. We both developed independent social lives on the same weekend. Regardless, it’s the longest we have not spoke since before the whole March visit occurred.
How far we’ve come. Here I am having inconsequential arguments over concert invitations and the semantics of interrogatory statements. Why? Why do I waste the batteries on my phone, risk radiation exposure from same said phone, and definitely raise my blood pressure for no reason?
Cause I miss her. And that’s the natural, unhealthy way for those feelings to get out. Eventually, I came out and realized that myself and I said it. Along with a lot of other deep sentiments that I guess were milling around for a while as well. (And I did apologize for all the b.s. that preceded.) Posh asked where it all came from. I said I guess it’s been growing for a while. There’s no concrete landmark to signify when things got so deep. They did though.
It’s been established. This is deep.
We now move on from this point.
By the way, the word of the day is joy, “the emotion of great happiness.” If you need some examples, the two pictures on the left each time you load the page are perfect encapsulations.
(And the quotes at the top are not from our conversation but from the imaginary perfume ad in my head. I do not leave the toilet seat up.)
1 comment:
the words in quotes are NOT from our conversation that night. Just needed to make that clear!
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