Why do I complicate things? Is it due to my unacknowledged fear of facing reality? Do I hide behind a façade of abstruse explanations and cleverly formulated rationalizations so that it appears as if I have a valid reason for behaving the way I do? Do I complicate matters to flabbergast other people (who usually have no idea in hell what I’m jabbering about anyway), make myself look all deep or purely to inject some entertainment value in my life?
Just got into a lengthy (read pointless) discussion with Slugabed over the issue of Cake, after which I completely pissed him off. While I won’t indulge in the gory details of our discussion, suffice to say that it wasn’t actually about Cake. It was about the significance of Cake – a significance that was lost on him, I might add.
It was hard to carry on such a conversation with Slugabed, especially when he wouldn’t keep quiet and kept interjecting with, “What are you talking about??” in a tone which first hinted of curiosity, then bewilderment, then incredulity, eventually morphing into impatience, sarcasm and finally, downright annoyance.
I cannot lie. I felt slight stirrings of satisfaction in me when I heard Slugabed starting to buckle under his gargantuan effort to stay sane while trying to understand my ramblings, be the bigger person and give into my whims.
It’s strange. I feel like I’ve succeeded whenever I confuse and/or annoy somebody. Why does this seem to give me greater dissatisfaction than say, actually coming to a mutual compromise and chalking up some progress?
I know what Slugabed is thinking right now. He’s thinking that I’ve gone completely nuts. He’s also wondering what in the world I mean by Cake – is it a code for some other confectionary? He’s trying to figure out how to handle these vile mood swings of mine. He’s formulating a strategy for the next time I decide to go berserk on him. He’s thinking next time, when she gets like this again, I’m going to just ignore her until she starts to talk some sense … or being a typical man, he’s probably wondering if he should have Cake for dessert.
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12 Comments
June 18, 2009 at 8:52 AM
I’m sorry, I don’t get it either
Yum, cake. My favourite is Black Forest.
June 18, 2009 at 10:49 AM
Don’t worry, Anonymous. It’s a girl thing. You’re obviously a dude
June 18, 2009 at 1:22 PM
Are you serious!?!?!?! You think I’m a guy???
WOW.
(What am I doing wrong as a girl?)
June 18, 2009 at 11:20 AM
I don’t recall this moment in time. I choose to suffer from partial dementia.
June 18, 2009 at 12:06 PM
What? You mean you don’t already suffer from dementia??! Could’ve had me fooled, slugabed!
June 18, 2009 at 3:04 PM
Oh, Anonymous, I’m so sorry! For some reason, I assumed you were a guy … I think it’s the nickname la. But since you’re a girl, oooh, I like black forest too
And it’s ok if you don’t get it. Sometimes, I don’t even understand what I’m talking about myself!!
June 18, 2009 at 3:40 PM
I thought my nickname was extremely girlish! I don’t think any guys would refer themselves as ‘Secret’.
Just a guess, is ‘cake’ love?
June 18, 2009 at 4:36 PM
well, it isn’t love per se. cake really is cake. it’s just what the cake symbolised … which, i’m pretty sure, will somehow link back to love in one way or another. i guess in that sense, you’re right – it is kinda sorta love
June 19, 2009 at 2:34 AM
CAKE RULES.
And then SCREWS YOUR WAISTLINE
June 19, 2009 at 3:42 AM
Damn those blasted cakes!!!! I swear, I can just have chocolate cake for lunch and I don’t need to eat anything else
June 20, 2009 at 4:43 PM
rationale or rationalization?
June 21, 2009 at 3:51 AM
Off the top of my head, I can’t really tell the difference between the two!