Seems like I'll be writing forever... and I'm starting to run out of shit to write about. Unless I start just making stuff up.
Anyways, I'm always learning new things about our everyday lives and how they relate to the ancient Celts.
Case in point, the Scottish Gaelic have a proverb that goes something like this:
Thig an nathair as an toll
Là donn Brìde,
Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd
Air leac an làir.
"The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Bride,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground."
I thought it was pretty damn cool, and I wanted to share it with my wife.
I would also like to point out that she is writing a paper for the same class.
She became very annoyed with me for interrupting her train of thought.
Flustered, I decided to take the dogs outside since one of them has been bugging me for the past 15 minutes.
While outside her friend called to talk to her.
Within the conversation (with me standing outside the office windows, with the doors open) she starts to complain about how I keep fucking interrupting her with stupid shit. And how I just need to fuck off.
I mean... she had to have known I was right outside.
She had to have heard me to take the dogs out (I whistled at them, and commanded them to do their normal routines before going out.)
I'm an adult.
At least I try to think I am.
But talking shit about me with your friend on the phone, while I'm well within ear shot... just isn't cool.
If she meant it on purpose, it's passive aggressive crap that I don't need. (Plus she isn't like that.)
And if she didn't mean it, it's still hurts my feelings to think that she just wants me to fuck off.
I will add that I understand being interrupted.
But she has done it as well.
Just seems fucked up to me.
And I know if I bring it up, she's going to get even more upset because I am interrupting her once again.
So I sit her with my headphones on listening to my own music (going to indie rock, to try and stay calm and collected.) And if she needs something, well I guess I'll just sit here typing on my paper, "fucking off" and not paying any attention.
/sigh
Are you really accusing me of passive-aggressiveness on your blog? You realize that's incredibly hypocritical, right?
ReplyDeleteThe thing you're overlooking is my friend was calling me to talk, and I was stressed about my paper, and I get to vent to my friend. She vents to me. It's what we do. Also? Her phone call was interrupting my work. I was complaining about an interruption to an interrupter as a way of getting off the phone.
Last, I thought the door was closed. I knew you were outside, but I didn't really think you could hear me. You normally say you CAN'T hear me when you're outside.