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Zach was sitting in the passenger seat, seemingly calm and happy and content with his place in the world. The git.
See if you can spot the difference between these two statements:
(a) «Those trousers make your backside look fat.»
(b) «You're a repellently obese old hag upon whom I am compelled to heap insults and derision - depressingly far removed from the, 'stupid, squeaky, pocket-sized English women,' who make up my vast catalogue of former lovers and to whom I might as well return right now as I hate everything about you.»
Maybe the acoustics were really bad in the dining room, or something.
She wants to paint the living room yellow. I have not the words.
I'd thought I'd felt like shit that day, but really I'd barely even entered the intestine.
Just think of Emily Bronte, for example: psychotically bookish - but was there ever a woman screaming out so loudly for a good f***ing? I even suspect that's why Wuthering Heights carries on decades too long rather than sensibly drawing the curtains a little after Cathy's death. It was Bronte saying, 'Look - I'm simply going to keep on writing this stuff until someone comes and shags me raw.
The efficacy of an arbitrary personal attack is that it clears a path for the important issues.
Humans make mistakes. Fortunately, to compensate for this failing, they also have the capacity to keep secrets and to lie. It's beautiful, really, if you think about it.
Mostly, however, we've got it smooth and efficient now. We don't have to think. She says, 'What are you doing?', I peer at her with irritation and expel air, we go on about our business. This morning, though, she came upstairs to the attic here while I was sitting in front of the computer doing some work on the net.
'What are you doing?' she asks.
Trying to concentrate on something, distracted and harassed, I reply with some degree of acerbic aggravation.
'What does it look like I'm doing?'
There's a beat, during which we hold each others eyes, unblinking.
It's immediately after this beat has passed that I realize I'm wearing no trousers.
The annoying thing about time is that it takes time...but no amount of it is enough when you are waiting to be sure. Time alone can tell you what will last.
