Cold war

This morning i had a fight with Dami. It was long overdue. Dont get me wrong, it wasnt a fist fight, more like a shouting competition.

It really isnt easy staying with a friend in a small room and sharing the same bed and sharing the same space, infact the only thing we dont share is clothes and food. The point is, sharing a very small space breeds fights. The fight was inevitable, it had been in the air for days.

I came home from work on Monday and she was acting cold, so i decided to just ignore her and thus began our own cold war.

We didnt say a word to each other that night and Dami slept on the floor to avoid sleeping in the same bed with me. At first it was funny seeing her curled up on the cold floor with the ac on and her towel over her body trying very hard to keep warm and tying her tops to her feet to keep warm.
The second day it wasnt so funny, i started feeling like the cold witch of the very cold north and angry that she should be acting like i was the step mom and she was cinderdami. I made up my mind to do something about it the next day.

When i woke up today, i thought of a million ways to approach Dami. Should i slap her around and make her see sense or should i talk to her friendo a friendo or should i just ignore her AGAIN
Then i heard a quiet voice telling me to approach her friendo a friendo, but a louder voice suggested (rather loudly of course) that i pick the first option and just bring down the house.

Well i went for that, i'm sorry and ashamed to say so now, but i brought down the house and the trees around it for good measure.
We both shouted ourselves hoarse and i left for work in a huff and a puff, lucky i didnt blow myself away.
Well now i'm in the office and i cant get any work done. I feel so ashamed of myself and words that i may have spoken and i dont know how to make amends for fear of rejection.

How did America and Russia get over it?

Lucky Sleeping Beauty

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain, i felt the need to sleep the world away. Who knows, the dark days might just fly by while i'm sleeping. Sleeping beauty doesnt know how lucky she got it, she just slept and woke up, got married to the most desirable man of the day and lived happily ever after. I mean the lass skipped boarding school and the punishments, monthly cramps, broken hearts, stupid mistakes, failed exams, jamb and waec, sorting lecturers and working your heart out to make ends meet. I think she should be called 'lucky sleeping beauty'.

I waited a little bit for the rain to ease up and put my best leg forward, the sky opened up again showering me with 'blessings'. Today was definitely not my good day.

Things didnt get any better in the office, nope, it got... well it wasnt any better. Everybody was moody, the whole place was cold and tempers were short. I think they must have been thinking the same thing, 'lucky sleeping beauty'.

When it was time for break, i prayed for a silver lining in my very grey sky, Ola whom i shared office space with was sobbing, she just got some news that her mum who was sick was getting worse, i tried to comfort her and my phone rang, it was my close friend Dami, she called to tell me another friend Ene was getting married to a rich hunk and then my whole day just got worse.

Dont get me wrong, i'm not jealous or anything, well maybe a little envious. Ene and i were roomates in school. We'd sit and talk for hours about the kind of guys we would marry, we shared horror stories about our boyfriends and heartbreaks and.... Now she's getting married BEFORE me and to the KIND OF GUY we'd always dreamt of. My mom is going to have 'that talk' with me again, i just know it. We have the talk anytime a friend of mine is getting married, she keeps reminding me that i'm not getting any younger and blah blah ....
Exactly 6-7 hours after that sort of talk, i always avoid people and just get depressed and feel so sorry for myself.

The day's not ended yet, i'm still waiting for that silver lining.