Yup.
It's posts like yours that actually make me feel lucky I simply get shut out weeks and months at a time ('cause the ole buddy has always refused to get into fights with me even when I begged him to) until he apparently smells that I've decided to "F**K THAT" and comes a-runnin' on the next best decent day he has to feed me (and himself...and his kid, his friends, his family, his therapist...) some line about how "forever" just wouldn't be long enough, which anyone but me just seems to gobble right up.
Frankly? I don't know how you do it every d*mn day. Poor impulse-control in times of high stress is one thing. In a very twisted way, it might even be the sort of compliment no one really needs to get when you're the one they feel safe enough to unload with - but C'MON! :banghead::banghead::banghead:
Guess if you're shit for being a civvy anyway, you probably should do the world a favor and go spend quality time with others of your species so the high and mighty can stew in his rage on his own...only that that usually doesn't fly either now, does it?
I swear I'd happily give various extremities and several non-vital organs to the one who finds the one-size-fits-all reaction in times like these, but I fear my body won't be taken apart any time soon (or ever). :shifty:
You've got the patience of a saint, girl, and the dude'd better realize that like...yesterday.
Time to throw some hatchets at trees, methinks.
