i'm in san francisco again... i always seem to end up landing here for some reason... 
i got in another spat with my sister's fiancee. i don't even care anymore. this time he was totally in the red; and it was just a stupid debate about the war on iraq of all ridiculously retarded things to start getting all on each other's backs about. he has the most ridiculously easy buttons to press ever.
i don't feel like being a magical egg-shell-walker anymore. i've been depressed about this and that and this and that petty thing all over the last few weeks. i'm not going to be the one party to feel the worst over some stupid ordeal over whether or not i was pulling unfair shit in WORDS in a stupid DEBATE over whether or not al-quaida should count as a legitimate culture or not or some stupid crap... i don't even remember what the debate was about anymore. i just remember he was loosing it at the end (i mean his fucking mind, not the debate; i think we both lost that...), and i wasn't about to be apologetic cause he was being ridiculous...
i'm sure a councellor would say we were both in the red... but it's the kinda thing where my dad was listening to the whole thing and he says the fiancee is "working too hard." which, if anybody remembers the long thing i wrote about the last spat me and him got into, would be a good assessment.
i think he started out with some silly question like "do you think that all cultures, as they exist today, should be allowed to exist forever, just as they are?" and i tried to explain that i see cultures as constantly evolving things anyway so the question is kinda nonsensical to me, and he accused me of evading the question, and eventually it got so hectic with me trying to insist that me and him apparently had different ideas of "culture," and him saying that that's not what he's asking, that i finally just told him that yes: people should be permitted to maintain their "ways" or whatever, and after he'd said a few times that i had twisted his wording, and me saying that no, i'm just clarifying, he eventually asked if i thought the al-quaeda should be allowed to exist as is. and i broke out saying that that's a totally unfair assessment to make out of what i'd answered to before (this had all branched out of a larger whether-we-should-be-in-iraq-or-not debate) and he started getting heated and he said i was totally avoiding answering and i said no, i was refusing to answer affirmatively to a totally warped analysis, and he said effectively "you're out of the debate, screw you" and i said effectively "you put this whole debate in the toilet, screw you" and he fucking blew his lid, and went to bed pissed off....
and i didn't feel bad... and i don't think i'll feel bad about it in the morning either... i don't -think-....
i wasn't in the mood to back down for him anymore; i've been doing that non-stop around him for months....
ugh
i got in another spat with my sister's fiancee. i don't even care anymore. this time he was totally in the red; and it was just a stupid debate about the war on iraq of all ridiculously retarded things to start getting all on each other's backs about. he has the most ridiculously easy buttons to press ever.
i don't feel like being a magical egg-shell-walker anymore. i've been depressed about this and that and this and that petty thing all over the last few weeks. i'm not going to be the one party to feel the worst over some stupid ordeal over whether or not i was pulling unfair shit in WORDS in a stupid DEBATE over whether or not al-quaida should count as a legitimate culture or not or some stupid crap... i don't even remember what the debate was about anymore. i just remember he was loosing it at the end (i mean his fucking mind, not the debate; i think we both lost that...), and i wasn't about to be apologetic cause he was being ridiculous...
i'm sure a councellor would say we were both in the red... but it's the kinda thing where my dad was listening to the whole thing and he says the fiancee is "working too hard." which, if anybody remembers the long thing i wrote about the last spat me and him got into, would be a good assessment.
i think he started out with some silly question like "do you think that all cultures, as they exist today, should be allowed to exist forever, just as they are?" and i tried to explain that i see cultures as constantly evolving things anyway so the question is kinda nonsensical to me, and he accused me of evading the question, and eventually it got so hectic with me trying to insist that me and him apparently had different ideas of "culture," and him saying that that's not what he's asking, that i finally just told him that yes: people should be permitted to maintain their "ways" or whatever, and after he'd said a few times that i had twisted his wording, and me saying that no, i'm just clarifying, he eventually asked if i thought the al-quaeda should be allowed to exist as is. and i broke out saying that that's a totally unfair assessment to make out of what i'd answered to before (this had all branched out of a larger whether-we-should-be-in-iraq-or-not debate) and he started getting heated and he said i was totally avoiding answering and i said no, i was refusing to answer affirmatively to a totally warped analysis, and he said effectively "you're out of the debate, screw you" and i said effectively "you put this whole debate in the toilet, screw you" and he fucking blew his lid, and went to bed pissed off....
and i didn't feel bad... and i don't think i'll feel bad about it in the morning either... i don't -think-....
i wasn't in the mood to back down for him anymore; i've been doing that non-stop around him for months....
ugh
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HA!
I cant imagine anyone saying that in the middle of an argument.
unless they were john goodman, "Forget it, Donny. You're out of your element!"
I hope things get better.