My best friend and I haven’t spoken since Saturday evening – that’s one, two, three whole days. Not an unusual lapse of time for most relationships and, in ordinary circumstance, not for ours either. However, in this case, the impasse reflects underlying tensions paralleled only by those of the Axis powers in the Cold War.
Yes, we are all grown up now, and yes, our interests now co-exist rather than coincide, but why the games? I find myself mad, yet hurt and at the same time defiant. All useless qualities that stem from somewhere I no longer reside (and in fact, no longer even wish to visit). As soon as ugly ego rears its head, we are (both) incapable of behaving rationally – incapable of behaving like grown-ups at all.
As a result, she has been back from overseas for near two months, and I have spent less than five hours in her presence, and not even a single hour in her presence alone.
Fast-forward another day…After taking the moral high ground and texting her moody little self, the tensions of the “cold war” have escalated to a new height. Despite coloring my dialogue with the standard endearments (darling, sweetie, sugar etcetera), I received nothing but a stale, detached soggy biscuit of a response back. I fear we may on the verge of a repeat of the revolt of 2004 – a period when Bestie and I became estranged for the most part of two years. Once she digs her six-inch Jimmy Choos in, there is no stopping her. I’ll be out – de-friended and recycled like last year’s harem pants.
I’m not sure what’s worse. The war I face on the personal front, or the tensions I face from the central coast – aka – the “office dragon”. Today, her presence was inescapable: pacing the halls, steam pouring from her nostrils whilst her cumbersome tail darted across the expanse of the thoroughfare, uprooting all who dared cross her path. Unable to comprehend my nonchalance for permanency at the firm, and my patent reluctance to engage in their power struggles, the dragon has been forced to modify her stance. Now, my back is pressed against the wall and she towers above me on her hind legs, whilst her poisonous breath creates steam on the glass window behind me. Alas, where is my knight when I need him? Where is my best friend?
It is clearly time to retreat – at least on one front. I need an ally, and I’m guessing those Jimmy Choos have a dual function.
