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If only I could TALK!

She- I’m trying to talk to you here. Do you mind not showing attitude and looking at me for once.

Me - Fine. What?

She- I agree it was my fault but what you said was very offending too. It’s not totally my fault you know.

Me - Yeah, whatever. You proved your point. It’s my fault. It’s always my fault. I get it. I’m sorry. Happy?

She- Shut up, you. You’re taking it the wrong way. I –

Me- Oh! I’m taking it the wrong way, now! Yeah! That’s what you always wanna say innit? YOU WANNA ACT THE FORGIVER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AND MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A VERY CONTEMPTUOUS, EGOISTIC BITCH. YOU NEVER –

She- SHUT UP. THAT’S ENOUGH. I’m trying to solve this problem, trying to make you see sense and you- you- you’re totally blowing it out of proportion!

Me- Yeah, ok. I’m sorry. Listen, I’m not in the mood to fight. It’s 2 in the night and I’m very sleepy. So do you mind?

She- Of course I mind. We gotta talk about this. Now.

She wasn’t gonna drop it.

ME- I’M NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD! Please just go. You’re just making me angrier.

She- NO. We gotta talk and get it over with. Why do you always act all lonely. Why do have act like some – some – some “damsel in distress

Me- What?

She- You know what I mean. Acting all lonely and stuff. And your expression is always sad and you behave as if you got no friends and you’re in depression and stuff. It really pisses me off!

Me- ……………..

She- Ok. We got problems. Everyone has. That doesn’t mean you have to sit and brood over it and not share and let it keep building. You don’t have to act like “Mother India” alright. It won’t hurt sharing it with me sometimes.

Me-………………..

She- See. THIS IS WHAT YOU DO! YOU DO THE DAMAGE AND RUN AWAY FROM THE CONSEQUENCES. YOU CAN’T FACE IT. YOU’RE SUCH A COWARD.

Me- Mind your mouth. Don’t you call me a coward…as if you know everything…you don’t…you know nothing…I…u…I – I’m not a coward u get that! I’M NOT A COWARD!

She- So tell me! What’s got you so angry that you wouldn’t even talk to me and look at me? There must be something.

Me- ………….

She- Ok listen. I know you DON’T KNOW HOW TO TALK IN SUCH SITUATIONS AND YOU GET ALL EMBARRASSED EXPRESSING FEELINGS AND STUFF BUT –

Me- Hahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahahhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

She- Huh? ….what was that?....hehe…hahaha…hahahahhahahahahhahahahhahaaaaaaaaaa

Comments

MangoManBunty said…
?????????

on second thoughts, ????????
Jitika Jain said…
its dis fight me and my cusin had a few days ago....
i CANNOT talk in such situations......there's dis little joke hidden in the convo...
n ders also dis lil prblm i face all the time...u read the labels n maybe ul understnd...:D

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