No, actually, one of my pet peeves is all the lying in literature and movies. Why are none of our "heroes" okay with just telling the truth and dealing with the consequences?
I have no idea, but I have noticed that. Sometimes we are deceived in thinking that a lie will hurt the other person less. Sometimes we fear we will lose something if the truth comes out. And sometimes we tell ourselves that the other person doen't need all that laid on them.
Yeah, but those reasons are generally misCONceptions. For #1, it only hurts more when they find out later. #2, man up and take the loss. #3 this one I do understand, when somebody asks "How are you today" they don't need an hour long answer.
Got it figured out. I just gotta write parts on my non-functioning laptop, then email them to myself, and post them at the CONputer lab. Where there's a will, there's a way. Here's moar.
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“So, Mateo, I’ve got a problem.” I said, after everybody had finally gone home. The sun was rising in the east window, if that gives you any idea of how long I had been working on this conversation.
“Oh, yes, I bet you do.” He said. “Now, the real question is: is there only one?”
“Shut up and help a guy out.” I said.
“Sure thing.” He said, flopping onto the couch next to me. “Lay it on me.”
“Celeste flipped out.”
“Oh, yes, I bet she did.” Mateo said.
“Shut up.” I said again. “Not helpful.”
He still had a stupid grin plastered on his face. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Like, she really flipped.” I said. “I don’t know if she ever wants to see me again!”
“Did you expect a different reaction…?” Mateo said. “You just turned her world upside down. I bet she’s ripping down posters right now, and screaming, and kicking the walls, and probably crying.” He shrugged.
“I just…I didn’t realize…ugh, why did this go so wrong!” I said. “I was so oblivious.”
“Welcome to being a guy. We kind of live in a state of happy oblivion.” Mateo propped his feet up on a coffee table. “It’s honestly not so bad, until we get dragged out of it.”
“You’re just full of helpful little tidbits today, aren’t you?” I growled.
“Hey, she was so worked up about your big face-reveal that she totally forgot to be mad at me, so I’m just kind of reveling in the calm before the storm.” He grinned. “Trust me, it’ll go bad with me once she’s over you. I’m the friend who knew, and never told.”
“You were just being loyal to the secret.”
“That’s not something she’ll get.” He shook his head. “Anyways…what courses of action are you considering at this point? Do any of them involve flowers?”
“A couple.” I admitted. “But I feel like I need something more potent than shrubbery.”
“Never underestimate flowers.” Mateo shook his head wisely. “More wars have been prevented by flowers than peace treaties.”
“So, flowers?” I asked, hopefully.
“No.” he said simply. “She’s chuck ‘em right back at your face with a cutting remark.”
Your efforts and time are not in vain, the new moar is awesome!! : D
Wow Mateo. Just wow, not helpful at all. XD
Mateo is losing his reputation as the world's best best friend.
Got it figured out. I just gotta write parts on my non-functioning laptop, then email them to myself, and post them at the CONputer lab. Where there's a will, there's a way. Here's moar.
~<>~
“So, Mateo, I’ve got a problem.” I said, after everybody had finally gone home. The sun was rising in the east window, if that gives you any idea of how long I had been working on this conversation.
“Oh, yes, I bet you do.” He said. “Now, the real question is: is there only one?”
“Shut up and help a guy out.” I said.
“Sure thing.” He said, flopping onto the couch next to me. “Lay it on me.”
“Celeste flipped out.”
“Oh, yes, I bet she did.” Mateo said.
“Shut up.” I said again. “Not helpful.”
He still had a stupid grin plastered on his face. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Like, she really flipped.” I said. “I don’t know if she ever wants to see me again!”
“Did you expect a different reaction…?” Mateo said. “You just turned her world upside down. I bet she’s ripping down posters right now, and screaming, and kicking the walls, and probably crying.” He shrugged.
“I just…I didn’t realize…ugh, why did this go so wrong!” I said. “I was so oblivious.”
“Welcome to being a guy. We kind of live in a state of happy oblivion.” Mateo propped his feet up on a coffee table. “It’s honestly not so bad, until we get dragged out of it.”
“You’re just full of helpful little tidbits today, aren’t you?” I growled.
“Hey, she was so worked up about your big face-reveal that she totally forgot to be mad at me, so I’m just kind of reveling in the calm before the storm.” He grinned. “Trust me, it’ll go bad with me once she’s over you. I’m the friend who knew, and never told.”
“You were just being loyal to the secret.”
“That’s not something she’ll get.” He shook his head. “Anyways…what courses of action are you considering at this point? Do any of them involve flowers?”
“A couple.” I admitted. “But I feel like I need something more potent than shrubbery.”
“Never underestimate flowers.” Mateo shook his head wisely. “More wars have been prevented by flowers than peace treaties.”
“So, flowers?” I asked, hopefully.
“No.” he said simply. “She’s chuck ‘em right back at your face with a cutting remark.”
Why don't you just shrug it off and go back to gaming?
No, actually, one of my pet peeves is all the lying in literature and movies. Why are none of our "heroes" okay with just telling the truth and dealing with the consequences?
AMEN!
It makes me want to strangle the character till he tells the truth.
Got it figured out. I just gotta write parts on my non-functioning laptop, then email them to myself, and post them at the CONputer lab. Where there's a will, there's a way. Here's moar.
~<>~
“That’s not something she’ll get.” He shook his head. “Anyways…what courses of action are you considering at this point? Do any of them involve flowers?”
“A couple.” I admitted. “But I feel like I need something more potent than shrubbery.”
“Never underestimate flowers.” Mateo shook his head wisely. “More wars have been prevented by flowers than peace treaties.”
“So, flowers?” I asked, hopefully.
“No.” he said simply. “She’s chuck ‘em right back at your face with a cutting remark.”
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He does that a lot. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
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