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Last week Lesley, Shaun and I were having lunch and talking about how he was really stressed out over the blog project. He said, "I'm such terrible company nowadays, that I worry Em will get angry."
Angry? Me? An angry Amy is not something that many people have seen.
But what I did feel was upset. It was quite unbearable seeing him suffer. I also felt rather impotent because I couldn't help his situation no matter what I did. I felt lonely because he was too busy to spare a moment for me.
After today's lunch, where he struggled to make conversation, I decided that it's best if I just left him alone. He is simply not up to social interaction right now. Maybe once the project is completed, he will be back to normal.
And then, IT happened. He laughed. I have not heard that sound in (literally) weeks now.
And he was laughing because he was having a fanboy moment with the new girl. The one he insisted that we should NOT befriend.
*angry*
I'm not so selfish as to deny him a much-deserved moment of joy. I just feel... dumb? useless? unwanted?
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A-hah! Look at what I found on her blog, about THE INCIDENT:
And today, I scored a major breakthrough with one of my male colleagues who's been standoffish to me. The touch point? My Japanese Barbie doll. Turns out he's an avid toy collector and has enough toys to start his own museum. He's got a 13 inch Superman which even changes outfits from Clark Kent to Mr. Red Undies, and has a Wonder Woman Barbie doll like me.
See, it wasn't just my imagination. They were bonding.
Grrr...
*takes deep cleansing breaths and chants anger management mantra*
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