My last day of vacation! I am so sad. I wish it could continue! Of course what good is vacation when all I do is sit around doing nothing? There used to be a time I would hop a plane and go places and do exciting things. That has stopped for some reason.
Last night Lisa and I went out to eat. I ate too much unhealthy food. I don’t know why I am eating like this, it’s going to take me weeks to get back to normal. At any rate we got into an argument over something stupid and instead of going into Philly to walk around as we had planned, we went back to the Donnavilla, ran into our rooms, slammed the doors, and stayed there all evening. I HATE bickering with Lisa. I hate it yet I seem to be the catalyst. At least that is what Lisa tells me. I must master the “Whatever you say, honey” comment and smile that was popularized in the 50’s by housewives everywhere. Sure, I may die a little on the inside but at least I won’t ever be confused as a guest on Jerry Springer.
There are worse things than being on Springer. I have seen the show in-person several times. It’s an amazingly sophisticated operation.
I am going to see Superman Returns today and will let you know how it is.
I’m having a hard time understanding what could cause sisters to get into arguments. Your lives aren’t tied together like a couple, which eliminates a lot of things that could cause fights. Are you getting into fights over abstract ideas?
We seem to have the same arguments over and over, just with different topics. Oddly enough, last night at dinner, we witnessed our parents having the exact argument that we had the day before. Lisa whispered in my ear, “Doesn’t it suck that it’s not even our argument!?”
The one argument goes like this:
Lisa makes a statement that is incorrect as I know it. I say, “That’s not how I remember it.” Lisa gets upset because what she hears is, “You are wrong and and a piece of poop.” This is not what I am saying, I am simply saying, “That’s not how I remember it.” She then gets angry at me and I feel a need to prove that I am right because maybe if she knew that I really had a basis for saying what I said she wouldn’t be angry. Once I start explaining, Lisa really gets mad and starts saying, “I am wrong I am always wrong!” I am now upset because she is screaming at me. At this point we both become very quiet and go home, run to our rooms and slam the doors.
I figure if I just let her say whatever it is she wants to say, no matter how incorrect it is and how contrary to my own memory, we might be better off.
I decided to fill in the details mainly to act as a reminder to myself that I must stop the cycle.