I got lost in la-la land again, reading some people's diaries. Man, can some people write. It makes my scribblings appear childish and amateurish in comparison.

Today was the kind of day where I wanted to be blue but tried not to be, but didn't end up entirely succeeding. I stayed in bed for at least 3 hours after I was fully awake and didn't do anything until about 4pm. I then went to shovel snow off our driveway. I'm thinking that that will be a simple pleasure that I will enjoy this winter: the crisp and cold air while I concentrate on a mindless task and talk to myself about things I want to accomplish. Even though I live on a semi busy street, it is only the sound of cars passing that disturb the peace of the neighbourhood. The smell of woodsmoke reaches my nostrils as I take deep breaths of the clean air. It is truly lovely.

I went out for dinner with my friends, and then to coffee. I had a cafe-mocha...hot chocolate and coffee combined (I am not a coffee drinker) and it tasted like the person who made it forgot all the hot chocolate. It comes topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings but they were all out of the shavings. I was quite disgruntled and expressed this sentiment often in the 30 minutes we spent at the coffee shop. I'm sad to say that this led me to deliberately finding something I disliked about one of my friends, namely his selfishness, and bringing it up so that I could argue. A failure for the matter to be settled to my satisfaction led to my continued irritation and that pretty much lasted until I made a mad dash for my house.

I hate it when I'm unhappy, especially because my friends are usually the sort to try to make things better. I am the biggest baby I know when things don't go my way, that's for sure.

What does it mean when conversations with a friend, a real life friend, go so well online and then tend to end in argument or at least irritation in real life?

Posted on 2002-11-24 at 3:05 a.m. |