Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I had drinks with a friend of mine from law school the other night and he was telling me about how he recently go out of a relationship that was "serious" and then "seriously bad." I asked him to elaborate on what he meant by "serious" - like did they stare at each other all day and talk about Darfur, watch C-Span and play Risk, and he said no, it was just one of those situations where she came home from work and described her entire day to him and he wanted to blow his brains out.
He then asked me if I could explain why women enjoy coming home and instead of sitting in silence and watching SportsCenter, rehash every lurid detail of our days including new theories on people conspiring against us at work, what happened at lunch, if stomach aches ensued from lunch, complaints about friends, and then concluding by casually asking why the boyfriend failed to respond to the last two emails sent we sent, and if that was his subtle way of hinting that he wanted to break up he could just man up and say it our face. I informed him that if he had a problem with this line of conversation, he might as well cut his losses and head to the monastery now because there is absolutely no point in wasting everybody's time sitting in silence when there are paranoid theories to propose, insults to be made and legitimate fights to pick.