Jan. 24th, 2003 11:35 pm
Care and feeding of bears
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We got back from our night on the town with Padre Jaime (such as it was) and I discovered, to my dismay, that one of the reasons Wednesday night had been such a dud was that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu took something I said The Wrong Way, blowing it totally out of proportion. Being the broody bear he is, he said nothing at the time, of course. He said nothing for the next two days before he passive-aggressively expressed his resentment. Good thing I was drunk or I would've taken this personally. As it was, I saw it from a enough of a remove to stew for a little bit, then assure him he was overreacting, get him to explicitly state some things he should've made clear four months ago, and share a make-up cup of scotch.
If this happened more often, I'd be more likely to insist on changing our communication habits, but I can handle six months between breakdowns. Especially since I'm learning to be more calm and more direct. And insisting he tell me everything that was wrong wasn't really a superior solution, leading as it did to several pointless confrontations over the same crap. Some things, we just fundamentally disagree on, and there's no real reason to go over them more than once.
In any case, plans are on track for brunch with Itako (to whom I inadvertently revealed the existence of this diary tonight--hey there! found me yet?) tomorrow morning, so I should turn in and get some zzz's first. Though, as I told her, she and I could stand to be a little out of it so that our chirping descends into the audible range for Bear Boy. She paid me one of the finest compliments anyone could tonight: "I could listen to you talk forever." LIAR!
We got back from our night on the town with Padre Jaime (such as it was) and I discovered, to my dismay, that one of the reasons Wednesday night had been such a dud was that
monshu took something I said The Wrong Way, blowing it totally out of proportion. Being the broody bear he is, he said nothing at the time, of course. He said nothing for the next two days before he passive-aggressively expressed his resentment. Good thing I was drunk or I would've taken this personally. As it was, I saw it from a enough of a remove to stew for a little bit, then assure him he was overreacting, get him to explicitly state some things he should've made clear four months ago, and share a make-up cup of scotch.If this happened more often, I'd be more likely to insist on changing our communication habits, but I can handle six months between breakdowns. Especially since I'm learning to be more calm and more direct. And insisting he tell me everything that was wrong wasn't really a superior solution, leading as it did to several pointless confrontations over the same crap. Some things, we just fundamentally disagree on, and there's no real reason to go over them more than once.
In any case, plans are on track for brunch with Itako (to whom I inadvertently revealed the existence of this diary tonight--hey there! found me yet?) tomorrow morning, so I should turn in and get some zzz's first. Though, as I told her, she and I could stand to be a little out of it so that our chirping descends into the audible range for Bear Boy. She paid me one of the finest compliments anyone could tonight: "I could listen to you talk forever." LIAR!