Once again, back to Manpower Branch. Lazing around, waiting for time to pass. It sure beats the front desk duty, though.
Had a major argument yesterday evening. She was out all night and got home at 9.30am in the morning. The last time I got a message was at around 10.40pm, on Saturday night, before I brought a heavy heart to sleep. From then till Sunday morning, there was no news. I was wondering if she had gotten into some accident.
Seems that they went out for a late show and he gotten drunk. What the hell? Drunk driving? I was worried all night. I was thinking what went wrong. Why isn't she home so late? Did some kind of mishap happen? Well, nearly anyway. Can't really drive when you can't walk straight, can you? You still have yet answered my question, dear. "What do you take my concern for?"
She came over to my place in the evening. Didn't even bother to state a time for arrival. Or maybe it's my fault for not asking. Nowadays, she is living by this new motto, "Ask and you shall find out". Fair enough, I didn't ask her when she is coming, my folly there. I spent the entire afternoon waiting. She came, eventually. I began to ask her stuff, to find out whatever I wanted to. She felt that I was interrogating her and she was upset.
Ho, boy! Now, I'm an interrogator, huh? Is there a need for me to do so, had I knew those things? Would my absolute trust been eroded had I not been kept in the dark? Cause and effect. She doesn't want to tell me the truth, reason being she does not want me to be hurt or upset. I think it's a lot better to tell the truth, be hurt but know you are honest, rather than, you hide it from me, I find out sometime later that you are actually hiding things from me, be hurt and know with absolute certainty that you are not being honest with me.
The above is for Sunday's blog.
Had a major argument yesterday evening. She was out all night and got home at 9.30am in the morning. The last time I got a message was at around 10.40pm, on Saturday night, before I brought a heavy heart to sleep. From then till Sunday morning, there was no news. I was wondering if she had gotten into some accident.
Seems that they went out for a late show and he gotten drunk. What the hell? Drunk driving? I was worried all night. I was thinking what went wrong. Why isn't she home so late? Did some kind of mishap happen? Well, nearly anyway. Can't really drive when you can't walk straight, can you? You still have yet answered my question, dear. "What do you take my concern for?"
She came over to my place in the evening. Didn't even bother to state a time for arrival. Or maybe it's my fault for not asking. Nowadays, she is living by this new motto, "Ask and you shall find out". Fair enough, I didn't ask her when she is coming, my folly there. I spent the entire afternoon waiting. She came, eventually. I began to ask her stuff, to find out whatever I wanted to. She felt that I was interrogating her and she was upset.
Ho, boy! Now, I'm an interrogator, huh? Is there a need for me to do so, had I knew those things? Would my absolute trust been eroded had I not been kept in the dark? Cause and effect. She doesn't want to tell me the truth, reason being she does not want me to be hurt or upset. I think it's a lot better to tell the truth, be hurt but know you are honest, rather than, you hide it from me, I find out sometime later that you are actually hiding things from me, be hurt and know with absolute certainty that you are not being honest with me.
The above is for Sunday's blog.
posted by hg @ 10:54
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