Selective Hearing

 The posts are always the same, one month or so apart.  When I become (along with you people) a narcissist who doesn’t listen because the thoughts in her head are not spoken out loud.  Or are caged in such a way that it is too difficult to decipher. 

Laughably common, apparently.  Stick the meme on a wall somewhere.  Every f’ing month.  Particularly as you try and take a night to do something for yourself and it backfires drastically.  London is a test case in weighing what measures are worth it, but still feel the sacrifice must be done.  

I have to leave, so entitled, all the old classics.  Controlling, judgmental.  The keying off a word that will be thrown back in your face for decades.  

Extreme.

I swear.  The patience has been slowly getting better, agonizing time by time.  Never enough though, to overcome the illogic of it.  Big communication problems, ha indeed.  If you hadn’t asked about the vaccine that would have been another blow up.  

You just need to learn to watch things happen as a bystander and not interfere, let them unfold, sometimes be surprised but other times just be resigned.  Wake up in the future.  And keep recording the despair of the moment, the way your voicing the issue leads to it blowing up in your face but then somehow getting better.

Until the next month…

See you then.