Ok. So, here is how my overactive imagination works:
- I sit in the same room as Mr. S, and I type an honest answer to one of his blog entries.
- As soon as I am done, he leaves with very little preamble other than a statement, “I am bored.“
- Despite having heard that before, this time I am worried that I have offended him.
I figure that I can’t be correct in my worries, since his post was about being honest, and that’s all I was. Perhaps he really was bored. :) We are a boring lot.
Haha, I glanced little smidgens of your post, specifically the word “ass”, but that was about it ;) Nope, not offended *at all* :) You and I disagree on things, but I can’t think of a time you ever, EVER, offended me. Start spewing forth racial slurs (and meaning it) and i’ll quickly get offended though. I may also want to take a 2x4 to your head, but that’s another story ;)
Bored was probably not the correct way to phrase it. I was actually thinking about how shitty that probably sounded when I was driving home. I don’t know a great way to explain it, but I just didn’t feel like sitting around and watching TV tonight. But then again, i’m not sure *anything* sounded appealing tonight (including being alone), so i’m just in one of those moods.
Apparently i’m just more stressed than I realized. But I think it comes with the territory.
Sorry to take it out on all of you :/
*huge, sloppy, moist hug*
*titter*