Smallest things

Sometimes all it takes is the right word at the wrong time.

I was already walking home. I had committed to the idea that I was not going, but of course and as usual, you are determined to be the ultimate in sacrificers and just wait. I told you I would see you later and to just tell me what was going on bit this wasn't good enough i guess.

Maybe it was just the fact that I have a map app and your gps broke.

"I don't need this right now..."

What I didn't need was you being stressed after I've already had a long day. What I didn't need was you projecting that stress to me. What I didn't need was you being ill in general, bit I should be used to it.

What did we do? We rode for an hour i'n silence as you sped for 40 miles to a place I told you to drive to an hour before. We rode in utter silence except for three moments I gave you directions and music I played on the way up. We still have said less than four words to each other the whole time.

Maybe what I need right now is to keep it that way. Maybe I should just call someone to pick me up and take me home and let you enjoy this or whatever.

Maybe I should be less upset, but I can't be.

As an aside, I knew this song before they properly began the intro. Nice. Oh well. Sit in subdued silence until it is all over. Go home. Sit online for an hour or two. Pass out and do that for two more days.

This, as I now listen to the national anthem, the night before the 29th completion of a 365.25 day cycle.

Disappoint.

Whatever.

No one else even cares but me because we're at the event which automatically means I'm supposed to feel better automatically. Great....

It's like church minus enlightenment and spiritual comfort.