I haven't blogged lately, but I want to process this event. I woke this morning to get ready for work and send my love off to work. I'm going about my normal routine when he asks me if I remember what I said to him last night. I had no idea what he was talking about. He described to me an incident that is beyond embarrassing, and I'm curious what I have to clear up with my psychology. Apparantly, He told me he didn't have any blankets and I told him to "stop complaining", At this he tugged on the blankets to which I responded "You are SO irritating!" When he spoke about this I told him to "Shut up and go to sleep"

He was up most the night trying to stop fuming, deciding whether or not he wanted to get out of bed and ride his bike back home. I don't remember any of this and I'm disturbed by it. For one thing, this is the kind of thing my parents would say both to each other and to all of us, their children. Also, I have been facing my tendency to easily slip into pessimism and anger. Maybe these things are surfacing as a result of my attention. I'm glad to work it out, but I would prefer my subconscious not take it out on my most intimate friend.