Judgemental

She has proven herself very unpleasant. And she is also incredibly unattractive. She lacks any creative ability whatsoever, and her resemblance to Jaba The Hut leads me to believe she isn’t athletic either. In addition to that, I have a very hard time deciphering any reasoning capabilities she might possess. But because I believe that every yen has a yang, it hits me that she might be mine. Oddly, this makes me happy. It reassures me that there might be some divine reason behind our complete inability to get along. Liking eachother is completely out of my control. Therefore I’m not responsible for the urge to come to work early when I’m sick, just for the chance to lick her phone, pencils, and mouse.

I stare at her sometimes, examining…

She surely seems devoid of any redeeming qualities. It’s amazing. I truly see none. If she IS my yang, she must surely possess SOMETHING good that I don’t and that I can’t even guess at. Organizational skills? Short term memory? The ability to be satisfied perhaps? These things elude me.

So as I speculate about what traits she might possess that would make BEING her bearable, it occurs to me that I might have made a grievous error assuming that being so dreadfully dimwitted would at all inhibit her ability to be fullfilled. In fact stupidity might lend an advantage toward personal satisfaction. Is it possible, even probable that she is happier dumb? Maybe HER equivalent is a superior to mine? Maybe the cause of her undesirable tendencies is a complete lack of psychological upkeep, stemming from total self-satisfaction?

That is something that has always eluded ME.

Therefore she isn’t broken unto herself, ya? Perhaps I’m the one who is flawed?

Maybe I’m the one broken?

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