Waiting for a ride, attempting to cheer (and my mom did, too) a determinedly sullen migraine victim

Spending 20 minutes looking for Tony in the earsplitting noise and epileptic lights after having been declared "shitty" for trying to avoid the aforementioned noise and lights

Allowing the opportunity for a discreet distance, so as not to contaminate him with the stigma of my weirdness, since he was so disappointed with my lack of proper seriousness

Circling the floor four times, interacting with various gyrating fiends in an atttempt to be social and do the right and usual thing (45 minutes that were not spent in the fax closet)

Fixing vest tie so it did not look completely like a child leash

Refraining from bursting into tears when quite meanly taunted about a conversion mistake

Rescuing wet towels from feline destruction

Correcting push-up technique

Wasting 25 minutes of Reggie's experience of the S&D Bacchanale and other Saint-Saens, in the heat and mosquitoes searching for a sulking truant

Cleaning up broken heirloom glass

Locking four members of my family in the opposite side of the house from where we were, and where they obviously wanted to be (though they did get out a few times)

Vacuuming the entire house and dusting in order to decrease allergenic level

Refraining from an outburst at many very nasty comments about Wes's inclusion, in front of Wes

Keeping my mouth shut about Tony's self-exclusion and isolation in the face of my mom's every attempt to make him feel welcome

Going to prom at all, and inviting Tony


I have been resisting the conclusion offered by several friends and family that the actions are those of a spoiled brat, despite the fact that the last time I can remember having similar problems was in kindergarten. Thank you for ruining my prom. I'm sorry you had such a horrible time, too, though you seemed quite determined to be unhappy. I don't know what your problem is. However.

I still like you. It's not something you can drive away by being a brat. I still enjoy your company, and I still think you should meet Jenny, and I wish you would get over yourself and quit making both of us miserable and come with me to her birthday party on Monday.

From: (Anonymous)


Guess neither of us had a good time at our Proms, huh? I can't stand the noise and lights. I actually felt significantly deafer the next day. I'm sorry you had a lousy time. *hug* I'm looking forward to seeing you Monday. ~Nia

From: [identity profile] pvabaritony.livejournal.com


Okay, this'll be the second time I've tried to comment... hopefully my internet won't die again. So anyway, I'll admit that some of my words were hastily chosen before stalking into my dad's car. You've done me many favors that I'm thankful for, but you failed to do the most important ones. I'm not going to waste my breath (or fingers) trying to explain myself again, because I've given up being understood by either you or Reggie. Maybe you should just start to listen to the people who think I'm a spoiled brat and I'll start to listen to those who say the same about you. At any rate, last night won't be repeated. It was no favor to me that you went to prom and invited me to go with you. Last I checked, I bought my own ticket (even though that goes against all fundamental politeness since you're the one who invited), and you were the one who wanted a group with you you. Next time I'm invited to go with someone to the PROM, I'll go to the PROM and not to the coat closet with her. Despite the fact that my night was ruined just as much as yours was, I still love you too. I apoligize to your mother for my rudeness to her while she tried to kindly to cheer me up.
The Spoiled, Selfish, Rude, Overly-Sensitive, Stupid Brat

From: [identity profile] sanura.livejournal.com


I wish you would tell me what these most important favors are that you keep referring to and never explain. I went to prom, after asking you, because you wanted to go. I knew the music would be way too loud, so I invited company. I did not, contrary to popular belief, stay in the closet the whole time. And if the etiquette issue bothers you, I will ask my mom to draw from my account and pay for your ticket.

From: (Anonymous)


Forgot attempting to go to m2m and getting shirt ripped! And loaning 70 or 80 dollars for prom ticket, but if the "most important" favor is being a friend in general, I think she has accomplished that, even after all of this the pre-trinity duo is strong…

From: [identity profile] pvabaritony.livejournal.com

Whaatever (in my best valley girl voice)...


In case neither of yall noticed, I had a miserable time at prom watching all the other little groups have a great time. Life sucked because I was completely alone, and it would have been nice of yall to keep me company since I obviously didn't want to be in the coat closet. The reverse of this argument wouldn't be applicable since yall had each other's company throughout the entire night. Friends don't leave each other alone. However, since I'm sure you both will do your best to make these reasons products of shallowness, I'm sure that once again everything will be my fault. Don't bother asking for the money, the breach of ettiquette didn't affect me too badly since I didn't even know about the rule until everyone at school and my mum told me about it. Monday is, of course, impossible due to transportation difficulties.
T

From: (Anonymous)

Re: Whaatever (in my best valley girl voice)...


Tony, you were the one who left us- , and it has nothing to do with shallowness...

From: [identity profile] sanura.livejournal.com

Re: Whaatever (in my best valley girl voice)...


Since you're determined to be the victim, I will concede that maybe we should have gone looking for you sooner than we did after you came and made your displeasure known. However, you're the one who was making yourself unhappy. We did not leave you alone, as Reggie has already pointed out, and if you had maybe asked us if we'd go with you around again, instead of stalking off in a self-righteous huff after asking what I did not realize was not a rhetorical question, then I'm sure we would have been happy to do the rounds again, and maybe sit at an acoustically strategic table instead of an acoustically invulnerable closet. There is nothing shallow about wanting company; it's why I struck out and invited so many people.

Mama said it's possible for us to come get you tomorrow in order to bring you to Jenny's.

And you still haven't explained which most important favors I haven't done for you, unless staying out in the people at prom was it.

From: [identity profile] pvabaritony.livejournal.com

Finally right on the money...


There, you've gotten what seemed most offensive to me and what I've been trying to explain! Not being out there with me was what made me mad, I'm glad we have this established. Aaaaand here you are, finally online! Maybe now we can end this lj comment duel...
T

From: [identity profile] pvabaritony.livejournal.com

Infuriation returns


Hmm, plus there is the fact that I went to a lot of trouble to make this prom great (spending forever on outfit, getting hair cut, buying flowers, etc). The very least that could have been contributed by you would have been companionship throughout the prom. Great, now I'm mad again. No strained AIM convos tonight.

From: [identity profile] sanura.livejournal.com

Re: Infuriation returns


Wow, that was a random regression. The very least that could have been contributed by me was what I did contribute. I made an effort to spend time with you, I toured the dumb floor several times, sat at various tables, socialized, and then got tired of the grating treble. I have as much right to be where I am not in pain as you have to have me with you. You're just completely set on being miserable. It may have been obvious to me that you did not want to be in the quiet place, thus my lack of explicit invitation for you to stay in there with us (though there's always a standing invitation for your company), but it should have been just as obvious to you that I did not want to be in the whole place to begin with.

From: [identity profile] pvabaritony.livejournal.com

Sigh...


Moodiness just explained, I know this'll be the last entry on this and hopefully tomorrow will be a new day. I'm sorry if I hurt you and for being so easy to hurt. You may be weirder than skeeditz, but you're still wonderful in so many ways. Don't become so upset over me, I'm not worth it.
T
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