Running from problems
Today I went on a date with my girlfriend. The thought of a lovely night together makes me happy, but the actual event usually ends bitter sweet. After slinging rocks at a target, we went for ice cream and then a nice walk around the bluffs. The mosquitoes were eating us faster than we could eat our treats, so we left soon after. On the ride back home conversation turned. I realized she was becoming more nervous and anxious by the second. Little things in our conversation soon became personal insults to her. To give an example, i laughed at the name of her ice cream and she thought i was laughing at her for getting it. Finally I turned into a strip mall and she freaked out. The reason for her outburst was because i’m missing a tail light and it was safer to turn fast instead of slowing down and risk an accident. She instantly wanted to go home. Screaming things like if I care whether she lives or dies in my car and blowing up because i supposedly don’t care about my own. I took her home and am thinking about doing homework. I think she needs to see a psychologist and get some anxiety pills.
I just got a call from her. She’s coming over to watch a movie. I think she feels bad about blowing up. I wonder if she’ll want to talk about it?
Relationships
Fear of turning this blog into a giant rant of my current relationship has crippled the making this blog for too long. The awkward humor in my life can not be filtered, so why should my blogs. Let me unleash my opinion and thought for you to look inside and question your own paradigm.
