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You: I didn’t deserve that.

Me: I know.

It’s not really about you.

You: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Me: Its just the truth.

You: I’m not as ‘nice’ as you think.

I can be pretty fucked up too you know.

Me: I don’t want you to be fucked up.

You: Ha! I can’t win.

Me: No, you can’t.  You can’t win.  I’m sorry.  Its a shitty game.  I didn’t make the rules.

You’ll win a different game though.  You’re a fighter.  A better game, probably.

You: … If you say so.

… what happened, anyway?

Me: I took the bit of me that is still ambitious, and angry and doesn’t care about other people for a walk.  You wanted to see a monster, right? ta-daa!

You: No, I mean what happened to make you let him out?

Me: None of your fucking business.

You: Ooooh; touchy.

Me: Yeah…



  1. I’ve had similar (although less erudite versions of this conversation with people after they see a nastier side of me…

    • Yeah, well… I wouldn’t manage to be so erudite in real life. People are being very nice about it.
      It is all part of owning up to being human I guess.

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