Errant Words

M: How are you?

L: Fine. You?

M: Fine...

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M: Good talk.

L: Lol. Ok. What’s going on?

M: Nothing, the usual.

L: How was the trip? Aunt said you killed her.

M: Did I? She did alright. She is almost 60.

L: You know you did. She said you were upset. Why?

M: Just the same ol, same ol. Not worth talking about.

L: Just say it.

M: It doesn’t matter. I’m just depressed.

L: God

M: What

L: You know it could always be worse. But, you know how I feel about that.

M: Don‘t ever say that to someone who is depressed. It’s extremely dismissive and judgmental. You have no idea what my life is like.

L: I’m not judgmental. I used to be friends with homeless people in high school. Anyone who really knows me would say I’m the least judgmental person they ever met.

M: I didn’t say you were a judgmental person, I said what you say can be judgmental, there’s a difference.

L: If you feel judged that’s on you. I’m just being myself and saying my opinion. No one can make you feel anyway, you are in control of how you feel.

M: If you have no knowledge of what you are talking about, you’re being judgemental. Where do your opinions come from if you and I never talk?

L: I’m not judgmental.

M: You know what just forget it. You don’t and never have given a fuck about me.

L: You‘re right forget it. I’m feeling attacked and I don’t need this right now.