Sunday, January 12, 2014
Splits
Handling Things
-We can't be grownups in everything. Take your breakup
with Lynne.
-I still cringe walking through the public rooms we
frequented. Stopped going to Crazy Charley's altogether.
-That ended so very very badly, and no peace treaty or
anything.
-I send her Christmas Cards.
-Do you?
-Not!
-Infantile.
-Immature, petty, gratuitously hurtful, uh...
-Add stupid.
-Burning bridges with trembling relish!
-Relationships are not war. They don't work out sometimes...
usually because of one rigid personality.
-Yeah, that's me all right, iron bar down through my head and
out though my dick.
-It’s all so connected, and so thoroughly dumb.
-So I wasn't mature that once?
-Once?
-Well, really, how much are we grownup, and how much...?
-I'd say with sixty percent, you got one hell of a citizen!
Labels: breakup, immaturity, maturity, personality, relationship
