What? I don’t get it. You feel like curling up in a ball? Why would you need to curl up in a ball?<\/p>\n
It’s a metaphorical ball. Not a real one.<\/p>\n
Any kind if ball. Real or imagined. <\/p>\n
Protection? Self defense? Surrender? To sulk?<\/p>\n
None of those things sound much like you. <\/p>\n
Not even the sulking?<\/p>\n
You spend more time saying you’re going to sulk than actually sulking. <\/p>\n
I don’t really feel like sulking right now. <\/p>\n
What do you feel like?<\/p>\n
I already told you. I feel like curling up in a ball and pulling the covers over my head. <\/p>\n
But why?<\/p>\n
Because!<\/p>\n
Because? <\/p>\n
I don’t know. <\/p>\n
You don’t know?<\/p>\n
No. <\/p>\n
No?<\/p>\n
Stop it. <\/p>\n
You do know. Or you have some idea. <\/p>\n
I’m tired. <\/p>\n
Tired? So take a nap. Go to bed early. <\/p>\n
Mentally. Emotionally. If I curl up in a ball, maybe it would be like an emotional nap. <\/p>\n
Do you need a hug?<\/p>\n
Definitely. The biggest one ever. <\/p>\n
How come?<\/p>\n
Because. <\/p>\n
Don’t make me use physical force…<\/p>\n
Because I feel really awful about myself, and I know I shouldn’t and I know there isn anything wrong with me and a lot of things are very right about me and I feel awful about myself anyway and I feel guilty and stupid about feeling this useless and stupid anyway and I am tired of feeling all the time. <\/p>\n
Take a breath. What is going on?<\/p>\n
I keep ending up with bruises real bruises and just bruised feelings and i’m tired of physical damage lasting longer than the relationship. <\/p>\n
Huh?<\/p>\n
I’m sorry. <\/p>\n
Why are you apologizing to me? You haven’t done anything to me. I just can’t figure out what you’re saying?<\/p>\n
I’m being a baby. <\/p>\n
You’re having a shitty day. It’s OK. <\/p>\n
No it isn’t. <\/p>\n
No? You don’t get to have bad days?<\/p>\n
No. Yes. I mean, I should be able to handle it better. <\/p>\n
Should you?<\/p>\n
Yes. <\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
Because. <\/p>\n
You don’t even really know, do you?<\/p>\n
Because I am not four. I should be a grownup. <\/p>\n
Don’t grownups have shitty days?<\/p>\n
Of course, but they don’ whine and carry on about it like I do. <\/p>\n
You do have a certain flair. <\/p>\n
You’re mean. I’m having a bad day. You should be nice. <\/p>\n
Crybaby. <\/p>\n
Sniff. <\/p>\n
Please don’t really start crying. <\/p>\n
I won’t. I can’t cry when you aren’t being nice to me. <\/p>\n
What? <\/p>\n
Well, if you were really being mean to me, I’d cry. But you’re only being mean to me because you know it makes me cry when people are nice to me. <\/p>\n
You could tell?<\/p>\n
Yes, because you’re never mean to me really. <\/p>\n
I could start any time I want to. <\/p>\n
You don’t want to though. <\/p>\n
No, I really don’t. I want you to be happy. <\/p>\n
Because you’re awesome. <\/p>\n
No, because you<\/i> are. <\/p>\n
I told you not to be nice to me!<\/p>\n
Noooo oh god, don’t cry. <\/p>\n
Stop being nice to me!<\/p>\n
Oh, go curl up in a ball somewhere you dork. <\/p>\n
Thank you. <\/p>\n
Weirdo. <\/p>\n
Don’t over do it. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"