Sorry, (I did mean it)

A long time there was One. One met his life partner, also known as One, One and One completed each other and became one.

Isn’t that the rule of a relationship? One party completing another? Two 50%s becoming 100%?

Anyway, this blog is about spoken words:

I was at a guy’s birthday party on the 24th February 2007, and with my boyfriend for the night. As we sat on the grass and chatting, they started telling jokes. Now, people that knows me, know I do not fancy ‘filthy’ jokes. Yes, they do make you laugh sometimes, but isn’t enough enough? Ok, I can still cope with that and I didn’t throw my toys out of my cot, but when it started with, and I say this with respect, “Oh my God… “ “God” “Oh God!” etc, my blood pressure was rising. It doesn’t mean that if some doesn’t believe in God, they can use His name in every single sentence coming from their mouth. I do not believe in Buddha, but I respect their believes and I do not go “Oh for fucking Buddha’s sake!”

Ok, after listening to this, being somewhat upset, I had to endure… “Sorry, I know you are still underage.” My ‘boyfriend’s’ words after he saw my face and yet another joke.

Just to push me a little further, he added, “Usually I am much worse. Its just because you are hear that I am behaving.”

They say a picture is a thousand words. I say, sorry, has one meaning. Not I meant to do it!

Do I talk to him about this? I usually don’t. I really am upset.

Respect?
Hope?
Wish?
Really?
I do.

Care?
Fight?
Hate?
Merely..
Do you?