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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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10:05 p.m. - 2008-01-17
Probably the weirdest thing about living with Mick is that he has a full complement of emotions. Mike had three states of being- mocking cruelty, scornful indifference, and withering contempt. That's it. It sucked to live with that, but there was an odd comfort in knowing he'd never come screeching out of left field and be happy or something. He never shouted and he never laughed with any true humor (he just sniggered at people) and he never, ever, ever veered from his quiet ugly way of going on. A 'fight' consisted of me getting upset enough to speak in his direction. Nothing I said went into his ears nor did he ever react except to yawn. I could scream myself hoarse, cry until my nose bled, or become so maddened by his silence that I'd hurl things and still not a peep from him. Eventually I'd wind down, hiss something cutting (or it would have been if it ever penetrated Mike's force field) and slam out of the room. Mick, on the other hand, fights back. He roars. Mick flails his arms and stomps his feet. He gets all choleric and wild eyed. Mick chokes and screams and spouts obscenities. Basically his fighting style is to go berserk first and assess the damage later. Much later. Mick fights so loud and furiously that I find myself in the bizarre position of being the calm one. Mom Vesuvius met Mick Krakatoa and I gave up the right to erupt too lest our combined energies level the entire planet. I also lost that semi-cool thing about having the last word and marching away. Mick follows me and keeps shouting. However, Mick does show remorse for his outbursts. He's capable of apologies. The Irish, man, mine might be a black haired and brown eyed version but he's got a green eyed, red headed temper. Worry not, I'm safe. See, Mick also does a bunch of other stuff like laugh, cry, make jokes, show interest, be happy, and tantrums aside he's all warmth and loving kindness. But it's exactly this depth of emotion that weirds me out. To me Mick is a madman. Because when you spend a quarter century with Mike the Surly Stoic, anyone who has actual facial expressions and feelings of his own is going to seem a total lunatic. I realize this is not the case. Mick is a normal human, not like my ex who's a fricken Kawliga. (Be patient, the intro is overlong.) Anyhow, that's about it for me, kids. I had a bad day yesterday and today wasn't any better. I'm in full snarling badger mode and completely constipated. Creatively, physically, and emotionally. All I can say is that something better break loose before the weekend, it's my birfday on Monday and I so don't need to spend it feeling like this.
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