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    • Friday, August 05, 2005

    Mahaha, I was right.

    But little did I expect to be shown so in such a spectacular manner.

    Anyway, as to why I was pissed off, I had been persuaded, over some time, to go down Pompey, to "alternative night" at Route 66. I was persuaded by a pair of people, one male and one female, who had been, well 'fawning' is the wrong word, but they were certainly doing something over one another.

    This should have flashed red lights instantly, and the advice of several people (before and after the event) was to stand well clear. However, I decided I liked both of them enough, and went along, despite a brief bowling argument.

    This, my friends, is when the evening showed signs of strain.

    The aforementioned female was ready to be stroppy with me from word go. It started with little asides that I, quite frankly, was not going to put up with, and responded strongly to. The response?

    "If I was having a go at you, I would have said your name."

    Bollocks. If you complain, loudly, about how much you wish you were bowling instead of being in a bar, in the presence of the person who is "preventing" you going bowling, you are trying to make a point.

    The other thing that annoyed me about the evening was that defensiveness. I do not generally engage in banter with people I do not know too well, this often results in me getting a lot of stick. That night though, whenever I responded in kind to a bit of banter, I almost invariably got a response on the lines of "Don't take it so seriously"

    News flash... I wasn't. What I did take seriously, was the amount that I got that comment. The other thing that annoyed me, which I thought I had left behind with a certain lady friend back at college, was the resorting to childish name calling, or simple events to win arguments.

    No matter how well crafted a response, how accurate an argument I gave in a disagreement, it would always have to be ended with either: "At least I don't fall over trees" "At least I don't chat up guys at bars/take their numbers" or a similar quote.

    This I found irritating to say the least. In others words, it sounded childish. Someone very close to me used the word that made me laugh most, which was "insecure." Says it all really.

    They also said a few things that I would not find forgivable were they not so drunk and pathetic at the time. I can not write about them here, because they would hurt others, who do not deserve 'an ounce of pain' as the Guns 'n Roses song says.

    Another quote, or series thereof, that stuck in my mind, and which I do resent, were variations of "You're so boring."

    This, apparently, was based on the fact that I did not want to go bowling with what was to all intents and purposes, a couple. Oh, and I did not want to go "a-paddlin" at the end of the night, on Southsea sea front.

    In any case, how dare they? Especially the woman, who knows nothing about me. Frankly, I look at your life, and find it wanting. Would I say that? No, because there is not point antagonising someone I work with for no good reason. But that was then, this is now.

    ::EDIT:: Ok, now back to the post above ::/EDIT::

    In conclusion (because I have to go now.) One of them I can forgive, over the years we have known each other, I would be hard pressed to say who has been the more of a jerk, and over 15-odd years, this is nothing more than a blip.

    The other, well, you know what, I forgive them. I've had my say now, and I am not going to mention it again, unless of course, someone else brings it up. What I will not do is socialise with said person, I am no glutton for... psychological punishment.

    ...Remember when Kit stole my phone? You know me...
    Posted by: Complex / 10:03 am
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