an exercise in tolerance.
Dec 14, 2007 - 20:45 PM PST
When did sharing honest advice become an exercise in futility?
My roommate started "dating" a guy. (And I use the bothersome quotation marks here because neither she nor he are willing to label any time spent together as a date.) She'd love to. If only he would first.
The guy is nice enough. Read: unreliable and unremarkable. Then again, she isn't a deep well. And therein lies my issue.
Is it wrong that I've stopped trying to care about her imaginary relationship? I half expect Figment to walk through the door sometimes! I can only be expected to humor the same inane hypotheticals for so long.
"If he was supposed to be here at 7 and it's 8 o'clock, should I be upset when he finally shows up, or understanding since his cell phone obviously must not have had reception during the entire car ride?" "We might be going out tonight. I know it's already 6:30, but he hasn't called yet. I'll just wait. Is that wrong of me? I don't understand him. He doesn't act like he likes me. I'll just wait and see."
I understand wanting a boyfriend. I do. Wholeheartedly. But that shouldn't make her excuse such disrespect. Loneliness does not make you stupid.
Sometimes it feels like her maturity level is straight out of an afterschool special. And I shouldn't have to downplay the absurdity.