How it all comes tumbling down

I'm convinced that the root cause of all evil in this world is due to the fact that everyone is too guarded. Yes, I make yet another generalized statement over one incident that I have had. Here's to thanking God that I have my God given freedoms to do so.
I have been having problems with regards to communication with a close friend of mine and I sought to seek out the problem by having a talk with said person. I honestly believe though that if you ask someone to be polite before such a talk then you'll never get to the root of the matter. Alas, damn it hurts when you try to do the right thing.
This talk has led me to believe that people, in general, are very guarded. Especially when no warning is given as to the nature of the conversation. When I told my compatriot my perspective (i.e. the way I see things from the information that I have through my own experiences and interpretations) on our current situation I was then fed everything that was wrong with me and even chastised for trying to alleviate the situation. I am convinced (not that I consider myself too elite) that a lesser man would have lost his composure and at that point would have said "to hell with my outstretched hand to salvage an uncomfortable situation that we have found ourselves in which is certainly a euphemism for a much more crude term.
I would not deny that I retorted (still elite though) and I definitely did get my grouses across but i did tried to salvage what I could out of the situation. Amazingly though, when persons are faced with a situation that they can fully criticize the participants on the outside, they act just as predicted on the inside. No forgive and forget, no take the higher road and we'll talk and certainly no I can see your point of view, let me be sympathetic to your plight and work out our issues. All they see is, you are lying, wrong and I am not letting go of my perceptions of you because I have already been wronged by you and there is nothing more that i can say.
All I want to do, is get the word out to my friend (if they ever read this) is that, I see your point and I hope you see mine. We have found ourselves in an ugly situation and whilst things may never be as they were lets get our issues in the air and then get back to the point where we can still enjoy each other's company. Please understand that I must unload everything that I have before this can take place and if you have found a better way to deal with it other than thrashing it out i'll be willing to take a stab at your method.
Until then, ...

The dream

Last night I dreamt...

Dreamt that things are as are now. Festive season and its it is time to go home. Sitting and talking. Little apprehensive with regards to communicating. Playing along. Insisting towards being polite. Unable to hold grudge. Realize that everyone else has left. Wise to leave now. Offer to accompany me to vehicle. Long walk. Very long walk. Oblige. On way to vehice starting to have fun. Laguhing, playing, like before. Hands touch, awkward but welcome. Running now towards destination. Gleeful, happy. Reach first parking spot, yours. We separate. Continue walking, alone to vehicle. Pull up, offer drop. Smile, accept notice baggage. Short ride. Driving off. Content. Know things will change. Wake up.

Only a dream....

F$%^!

Assignment: Write an essay about someone's shitty life circumstance that makes you feel so much better about yourself

Why can't I escape being human? I honestly believe that sometimes my humanity is a flaw. Emotions are a bother and I could do better off without them. Sometimes.

Why is it that when you are in a bad mood or your day seems to be not going well, something comes along and makes it even worse.

Read my short story.

Juan was not having a good day. Having had to deal with the pressures going on in his mind, he was out of a job, his vehicle was repossessed and and he was fresh out of a mate. She had just left him for some guy that she met in a restaurant. "Its not like we met in the line at subway," she argued "I simply went into Etiquette to use the bathroom."
"Honestly," he said "he could be some psycho!". Those words kept playing back in his head as he entered his apartment clutching the newspaper he just purchased. He did not have much faith that this paper would win him next month's bread. Thinking back on the words he had said, he thought to himself. I would relish the opportunity to utter "I told you so."
To make matters worse Juan's now ex-girlfriend still lived in the same complex as he did. And he could just hear hear the hum of her maître'd's Subaru. Put it out of your head Juan, it's over, he thought to himself, she has found someone better. Though, the thought of whether or not he would take her back if ever the opportunity arose always nagged him. The thought of them, doing the same thing that he and her would do, nauseated him.
Juan could not understand why everything in his life seemed to be coming down around him. He hated having to pass her along the balcony that led to her staircase. It seemed that up until the moment that their bodies passed his senses would heighten and time would slow down. Their footsteps would sound as thunder whilst the air around him would seem as sandpaper on his raw skin. his eyes would lose focus and his dry mouth would have to force a polite "Good Morning." It would seem hours until the discomfort was over.
How could life get any worse, Juan thought, as he settled into a extremely uncomfortable dining seat. He always promised himself that he would never slip into a spiral of self pity. he couldn't help but think today though; I'm broke, I have to pay for transport, I may not be living 'comfortably' much longer and I have to go through the thrills of seeing someone who invalidates my sense of judgement. Then the moaning from the next room began ...