Tricky Bastard

The Doc is a mind-warping machine. I don't know how he does it. He could talk his way out of murder, no lie.

I started out strong with good arguments and I thought I was expressing myself well. I wasn't blaming him, I was just explaining my interpretation of events. In the end we're exactly in the same place except "my perceptions of events" were terribly wrong. He never admitted he did anything wrong (brilliant) and spun everything back to my perception of it (killer smart).

He is fucking smooth. Car salesman smooth. I don't give up my positions easily, I rarely say I'm sorry and I hardly ever admit I'm wrong... not that I did any of those in this case. He does have 7 years extra practice in the argument department.

So yep, long story short nothing's changed. Hopefully he absorbed some of what I said and will try to appease my complaints or maybe it'll be the same old status quo. Whatever, I just needed that chunk of stress removed from my large stack of it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good "text tiff." It drags out your anger on the other person thereby ruining their day too. It gives you time to plan out your responses carefully and strategically while having the ability to review previously made comments. I didn't win this battle per se, but like I said "it's a learning experience." I'm learning mind control and the power of persuasion. I thought I was already good at it but apparently not.

On the other hand, I do kind of win for being awesome. I can be a random psycho bitch and still keep 'em coming back for more. Success!

PS. R1 has been chatting me up hardcore lately. I'm going to have to do a face to face soon. I hope my beer goggs weren't on full strength when I met him so I don't need to run away squealing. Apparently, he's a huge academic and does varsity track and all the jazz. I'm not sure if I could deal. I can't deal with much honestly.