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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 16, 2007 20:59:41 GMT
"No, didn't really like you, not so sure why."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 16, 2007 21:21:19 GMT
I shrug. "Probably not important. Long as you don't hate me now. And... actually, if you do, I guess I'd be okay with that."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 18, 2007 1:00:53 GMT
"No, Arden I don't hate you. I'm not capable of really hating anyone actually, pretty sad when you think about it."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 18, 2007 16:35:11 GMT
I smile slightly, then frown. "Why is that sad? I mean... well, some people deserve it, I suppose. But it seems like everybody has their reasons and their good points too. And maybe it would be a good thing if more people saw them, instead of just hating."
You sound like one of those inspirational speakers who have smiles glued onto their faces.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 18, 2007 20:36:45 GMT
"I"m too caring, too soft," I say repeating the words my Unlce had always said to me,"I listen to my heart, gets me in trouble a lot."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 18, 2007 22:39:05 GMT
I smile slightly. "Can't get much softer than forgiving your psychotic best friend and the people he hates," I say. "And when has your heart gotten you into trouble?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 20, 2007 1:05:30 GMT
"Yeah, it can, trust me. Can't hate the guy who tortured me," I pause, thinking of a way how to explain what I was going to say.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 20, 2007 3:28:08 GMT
I snort softly. "Same here. Hell... one minute I hate him... or think I do... and the next I'm trying to help fix his life." I shake my head. "Then again I had less reason.... But you didn't answer the question."
Maybe 'cause you talk too much and didn't give her a chance.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 20, 2007 13:41:22 GMT
"Your problem is that your just not sure what you think of him, it's not that your too soft." I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
It's different for me.
"And my heart, well it gets me into trouble cos I listen to it. Odd reason I know, but that's what I do. I focus on my heart and don't listen to my head or any reasoning, and that means I can't tell if it's a trap or not."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 21, 2007 2:35:13 GMT
"Ah," I nod. "And do you ever second-guess yourself? Decide to go against your heart just because you think you go with it too often?" Then I shake my head violently before she has a chance to answer. "It's not that I don't know what I think, though," I say. "It's just that it's so easy to change it.... I mean I did hate him, I swear I did, but... I forgive too easy. And I'd ask you what you think, about whether he deserves it, but then you're a little biased. I forgive too easy."
And ramble far too much.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 21, 2007 3:15:39 GMT
"No, never. My heart's never let me down," I smile weakly,"Lead me to Ian."
I laugh slightly,"You ramble a lot, you know that? Means your thoughts are all over the place,"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 21, 2007 15:58:23 GMT
"Thanks," I say dryly, then soften it with a smile. "I'd figured that much out." Then I frown. "If your heart's never let you down, then how can it get you in trouble? I mean... isn't that kind of a letdown?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 2:53:05 GMT
"It's never let me down, but let's just say it's tested me a few times." I mutter,"It's one of those, your either right or wrong things, you know?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 22, 2007 18:25:00 GMT
"I guess..." I say slowly, not really getting it. Then I shake my head. "Actually, no... I have no idea what you mean." I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 22:41:47 GMT
I laugh weakly,"Yeah, it only makes sense to me I guess then."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 22, 2007 22:46:56 GMT
"I don't know, maybe I'm just being thick." I shake my head. "But as long as it works for you, I guess."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 23:05:55 GMT
"No, it's me. Much of what goes on in my head doesn't make snese to anyone else."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 22, 2007 23:12:44 GMT
I shrug. "True of most people, really. No one's head makes sense, frequently even to them."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 23:18:55 GMT
"Shame really," I laugh slightly.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 22, 2007 23:24:56 GMT
"Hm." I nod. "Probably be less fights if people made more sense to each other and themselves."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 23:31:14 GMT
"Yeah, I know that for a fact." I mumble.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 22, 2007 23:33:09 GMT
"Sorry," I say, smiling apologetically but also with slight amusement.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 23, 2007 0:17:43 GMT
"Don't be." I mutter.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 23, 2007 14:01:04 GMT
"Right..." I nod, smiling more genuinely. "Turning off emotions now...."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 24, 2007 21:14:07 GMT
"Hmm, wish I could do that,"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Oct 24, 2007 21:22:12 GMT
"Yeah, me too, sometimes," I say, laughing slightly and rolling my eyes. "Except that, usually, the absence of emotion somehow hurts. Not sure why that should be."
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