Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Today had a few events. I woke up to the sound of mum climbing the ladder to get the last decorations and went down to hold the ladder for the tricky part of the floor.

Mum and I went to see Night at the Museum. It was good.

Upon returning home an argument soon broke out between Tom and I in messenger. I shall repeat the conversation below (The notes in brackets have been added to show what isn't included in the text)
"Me: fun day? (Trying to make conversation but knowing his day won't have been fun (and it serves him right))
Tom: Tiring, as usual.
Me: poor you
Tom: The money will be worth it though. And I may be able to get a branch transfer to America.
Me: wow (Sarcasm) Transfer for what? (assuming he was talking about money)
Tom: Blockbuster.
Me: Ha.ha ha. (Can't picture him getting a job in America)
Tom: Hey, at least I have a job. Unlike someone. (A deliberate dig at me. I must make my sentiments known)
Me: At least I didn't quit my education
Tom: I have a future pulling together ahead of me.
Me: HA! A future doing what
Tom: I can build on it. Better than you have.
Me: Build on what?
Tom: I start out at a low position, then I can get promoted up.
Me: Oh wow. So does everyone. It doesn't entitle you to a worth while future
Tom: I also have a loving partner.
Me: If you say so (Not wanting to start on that before an argument started and hoping to change the subject)
Tom: Hey, that person could have been you if you wanted it to.
Me: (Unsure what to put. After several attempts) You're not my type (Hoping we can get off of this topic)
Tom: Then why act like a selfish little girl when I find someone else?
Me: (Unsure of what to put again) It's your life. Do with it what you will. (Trying to change the subject) I'll deal with my depression and mood swings in my own way until I can get then in order. (Offering some explanation to my discomfort about that subject)
Tom: I wish you good luck with that. I really do.
Me: (Suspecting sarcasm) Like you care
Tom: Why shouldn't I? You're the only real friend I had from year 8. If you think I don't have a reason to, maybe I shouldn't.
Me: (Unsure how to answer without sounding like a selfish brat unintentionally) These days you just endure it with your own strop
Tom: I have to endure your moods, but I'm still here talking to you, aren't I?
Me: Sure, now we're not in the same room
Tom: We wouldn't exactly be in the same room anyway, now would we?
Me: (A little confused and trying to enforce what I meant more clearly in case he didn’t understand) You're talking to me now we're not in the same room. When we are you eventually throw a stop then I do then we're both unhappy
Tom: Not my fault.
(The conversation comes to a standstill. A little later)
Me: You know what? I await both our futures with great relish.
Tom: So you can rub it in if I fail miserably whether in reality or meerly in comparison?
Me: (Not wanting to prove him right but also not sure how to answer because we don’t know our futures) I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen. That's why I await it with such relish
Tom: Right.
Me: (Not wanting to end it here and wanting to prove him to be as bad as me on the gloating front) Besides, if you managed to get somewhere, somehow, then you'd rub it in, wouldn't you.
Tom: Maybe, maybe not.
Me: (A kind of you don’t fool me. I know you better. You try to rub everything else in about how good you think your life is) I know you would.
Tom: While I'm helping you out, maybe.
Me: (Not wanting to let him think that I need him) Who says I'll need your help
Tom: *shrugs* (Signaling the end of the conversation because he can’t be bothered to sat anything else)"

Sometimes I wonder if Tom understands me at all. I conclude that he most likely doesn't.
Some time after that argument I decided to have some revenge by discussing the intimate sufferings that my M*****Y C***E had given me, including the pains and lower back pain (Something I've never had before, to my knowledge, at such a time). This subject seemed to make him a bit squeamish. He then disappeared and returned about 15-20 minutes later claiming he'd needed to help his mum with the washing up (Needed or wanted I say ). Io then continued the oh so charming topic, asking him what he'd do if he was a woman. My only reason for doing this was to make him squeamish and uncomfortable. Then, to unnerve him further, I asked about how he'd most like to die. One reason for this was because I was curious. The second was because he'd discussed the top 5 ways to die with Alison a while ago and we had never had such a conversation. and thirdly because I wanted to let him think that if given the chance I'd consider killing him. I wouldn't really (Unless I had nothing else to lose) but I was happy in unnerving him and making him uncomfortable to pay him back for the argument. We women can be very spiteful sometimes .

Well, I'm freezing cold now and I'm tired so for now it's Bluebiird out.