me, myself and i

I've been going to ChingChong's house almost everyday, for years... And without fail, I'd fall asleep on his purple couch. All these years, it has become a habit to have a little nap on that purple couch before I make my way home, though I had some reservations during the initial stages. Afterall, it's his couch, and I had no business rolling away in it. However, I decided that my fears were unfound, since he was always smiley about it. He even supplied a little pinky-flowery blanket during the occassional chilly weather. I felt totally comfortable with his purple couch, his vintage house, and him. I felt that the feeling was mutual.

But I was wrong. Just yesterday, he appeared all gloomy and agitated. He said that I was being insensitive to his feelings by coming over to his house and sleeping in his purple couch almost everyday. He felt that I only thought about myself, my own comfort, and totally neglected his take on it. Now, after all these years. I suddenly became an insensitive prick.

Of course, unlike the exasperating situations in the drama serials where the accused walks away without explaining at all, I thought I really should make my stand clear. I told him that all these years, I have thought that he was a willing party. More than willing in fact, since he has been showing me a certain degree of participation in my coming to his home. His answer? He was just tolerating my behaviour. What the??

Ok. So this is the status of the situation now. I am in my own stupid little world, thinking that I'm too smart for anything, and unwilling to adapt myself to the living environment, thus offending and hurting many people.

And you know what? I think I will stay in that stupid little world of mine then.

Because YOU, ChingChong, threw me right in.