we're gonna play a little game
Sep. 3rd, 2002 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanIt's called Forthrightness.
It's not playing the angsty songs that speak to your angsting inner soul while riding in a car with someone else who has nothing to do with the sidelong glares and choicely sung lyrics you're directing at the driver.
It's not making vague allusions in the middle of a group that stunts the dynamic and leaves everyone feeling out of sorts.
It's not steering conversation toward then circumnavigating the damn subject you're all but screaming to discuss by making comments under your breath.
It's not unjustly accusing one of crimes against humanity to her best friend.
It's not making vindictive, transparent posts in your LiveJournal.
It is, however, confronting the source of your torment and stating your position with a healthy heaping of a civilized "what the fuck?"
There, I've even rolled the dice. Even bone tired, aching, lost, overwhelmed, doubting, utterly nonconfrontational, against advice, belly-up without fortifications rolled the fucking dice. I thought we were friends first. If anyone needs to read signs, I think you've been too busy feeling sorry for yourself to remember that.
In a way, I didn't go to DragonCon. I ran away from home. Not to the place I should've, but I thought if need be, which it was, a place I could be given a hug and not be analyzed or judged for needing it. My apologies for the inconvenience.
It's not playing the angsty songs that speak to your angsting inner soul while riding in a car with someone else who has nothing to do with the sidelong glares and choicely sung lyrics you're directing at the driver.
It's not making vague allusions in the middle of a group that stunts the dynamic and leaves everyone feeling out of sorts.
It's not steering conversation toward then circumnavigating the damn subject you're all but screaming to discuss by making comments under your breath.
It's not unjustly accusing one of crimes against humanity to her best friend.
It's not making vindictive, transparent posts in your LiveJournal.
It is, however, confronting the source of your torment and stating your position with a healthy heaping of a civilized "what the fuck?"
There, I've even rolled the dice. Even bone tired, aching, lost, overwhelmed, doubting, utterly nonconfrontational, against advice, belly-up without fortifications rolled the fucking dice. I thought we were friends first. If anyone needs to read signs, I think you've been too busy feeling sorry for yourself to remember that.
In a way, I didn't go to DragonCon. I ran away from home. Not to the place I should've, but I thought if need be, which it was, a place I could be given a hug and not be analyzed or judged for needing it. My apologies for the inconvenience.
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Date: September 3rd, 2002 09:17 pm (UTC)