fri 25 sep 2009 15:44:08 — witte de withstraat
i was mean
i was mean to micky the other night. i kind of ended up accusing her of manipulating the truth. in effect. a friend and i were both asking her what another friend actually said, which caused such hurt feelings to two other people when she mentioned what he said. i was thinking there must have been some misunderstanding, some amplification or embellishment.
when she asked me what i was on about, did i not trust her? i said something like "no! i mistrust you, i'm feeling like maybe you're the epicenter of all this trouble and all these lies." i was telling the truth of how i felt, that i doubted her. but i regretted how i was feeling.
then later on i screamed at her for leaving a bottle of nail polish uncapped. i regretted that too.
it always feels like a tragedy when i am mean. i suppose people are occasionally mean to each other and i should just get over it. the trouble in this case, is that although i feel like i did wrong, i'm really not sure what was the right thing to do.