Caleb's having an ego day, a day where he licks his perceived fatal wounds at the decided lack of mention of him in the last post, good or bad.
It wasn't a 'Bridget's Deepest and Darkest Secrets' list, it was just a stupid flighty collection of random things about me. People like that, or so I thought and now I wake up to find that everyone is disappointed and bored. Remind me not to waste my time again.
The only person truly happy with that list today is PJ, I think.
Yeah, probably. I laugh.
What's amusing?
You are. What did you want me to say about you?
Oh, I don't know, Bridget. Maybe something about my skill or my steadfastness or my consistency in your life. Maybe something about how hard I worked to see that you and by default all of our friends have everything they'll ever need. Instead I get to read an exhaustive list of things everyone already knows.
Do your own writing then. Grandstand. Or better yet, take the advice I give to everyone who complains about my content: DON'T READ.
Or you could make another list of all the things you love about each one of us.
I don't see that happening. Besides, if someone has a particular feature or trait I adore I tell them to their face. I'm not shy about crowing my appreciation for my friends.
You've never said things to me.
You're different. My voice drops to a bare whisper. You're my monster.
His whole face softens with grief as he nods. This is what we have to fix. I don't care what else happens. I'm not going to spend my entire life in that role for you.
It wasn't a 'Bridget's Deepest and Darkest Secrets' list, it was just a stupid flighty collection of random things about me. People like that, or so I thought and now I wake up to find that everyone is disappointed and bored. Remind me not to waste my time again.
The only person truly happy with that list today is PJ, I think.
Yeah, probably. I laugh.
What's amusing?
You are. What did you want me to say about you?
Oh, I don't know, Bridget. Maybe something about my skill or my steadfastness or my consistency in your life. Maybe something about how hard I worked to see that you and by default all of our friends have everything they'll ever need. Instead I get to read an exhaustive list of things everyone already knows.
Do your own writing then. Grandstand. Or better yet, take the advice I give to everyone who complains about my content: DON'T READ.
Or you could make another list of all the things you love about each one of us.
I don't see that happening. Besides, if someone has a particular feature or trait I adore I tell them to their face. I'm not shy about crowing my appreciation for my friends.
You've never said things to me.
You're different. My voice drops to a bare whisper. You're my monster.
His whole face softens with grief as he nods. This is what we have to fix. I don't care what else happens. I'm not going to spend my entire life in that role for you.