Saturday, 22 September 2012

A Matter of perspective

Okay so I stumbled upon a few notes I had written back in 2009 that have absolutely nothing to do with medicine but I decided to share anyways.

This first one is called "A Matter of Perspective"


"Hey, sorry I'm late. The traffic was just ridiculous today? Did you see the car accident on the bridge?"
"Hey, no, no I didn't. Listen we need to talk."
"I know, you scared me on the phone. Is everything alright?"
"Before we talk, promise me you won't get angry. Promise you'll keep your composure."
"I don't understand. What's the problem?"
"Just promise."
"No, you're obviously going to say something that's going to aggravate me. I'm not going to promise you anything. Now spill it. What's wrong?"
"I don't know how to say this… You've obviously noticed there's been distance between us lately."
"I have, I remember clearly you excusing yourself on account of stress at work. I obviously knew you were lying and would tell me eventually what's wrong when you were ready. Guess that time is now then."
"Why do you always have to assume I was lying?"
"Well, clearly, it wasn't an assumption. You're just about to prove my point right now aren't you?"
"I hate when you do that. I hate your "holier than thou" attitude and your assumptions. Work has been really stressful. It's the end of the fiscal year and we've got so much paperwork. Obviously, you wouldn't understand seeing as how you're always on top of everything."
"You're diverging again. Just tell me what's wrong already."
"This is exactly what I want to talk about."
"What are you talking about?"
"This, this little argument right now. I love you. You know I love you, but I can't just keep taking this abuse from you."
"Mental abuse yes. You're always thinking you're one step ahead of the rest of us. Always trying to prove your point and win your little debates just to satisfy that ego of yours."
"So you're saying it's my fault that everyone we meet is an idiot and I shouldn't even bother to speak my mind just so the idiots can feel at ease? What the hell is this really about?"
"See, there you go again. I'm presenting you with a fact. But you're not even willing to listen to me, because in your mind you've already made the decision that I'm trying to hide the real problem from you. You think everyone has a personal vendetta and everyone thinks in layers. Sometimes what you see is what you get."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious. This isn't a joke. Please wipe that smirk off your face."
"Wait, wait, wait. Let me just get this straight. You're breaking up with me because I think for myself and speak my mind? You're breaking up with me because I don’t go with the flow?"
"I never said I was breaking up with you. Why are you even suggesting that?"
"Obviously, you're hinting at it."
"Stop claiming you know me inside out! No. There's no hidden implication here. I'm telling you how I feel. I'm being honest here."

"No you're not. You're trying to break up with me, but you don't want to say it. You want to piss me off and get me riled up and angry at you. You want me to see that there's no other solution. Clearly, you knew how I'd react to this and clearly you realized that I'd see no other solution. I mean after all, I do think 5 steps ahead, don't I?
"No, that's not it all. Why is it always extremes with you? I'm telling you because I'm hoping you might find a solution to this mess."
"You're lying. And I can't tolerate this any longer. Here's the money for the coffee. Goodbye and have a nice life."
"So that's it. It's as simple as that? You're breaking up with me?."
"Spare me your drama. It's what you wanted. Just once, just once, be honest about yourself. Take care of yourself and know that I still loved you even with all your flaws. Never once did I want to change you."

And he left.
And she cried and talked to her friends about it. They called him an asshole.
And he was angry and talked to his friends about it. They called her a slut.
And that was the end of that.
It's all a matter of perspective in the end . Was she the paragon of virtue and him the renegade?
Or was it the other way around?

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