Knowing that He-Who-Observes has already blogged on PDA – Anger, could make this post a small wisp of contradiction. However, contradiction is what makes things a little more interesting and can cause an upheaval of emotion, so ring that bell. Round Two.
He-Who-Observes enjoys a public row, but from a distance. Well, I mean from an emotional distance, in the way that the third party is strictly observing in terms of not knowing those involved. Recent occurrences have tilted this balance of perception and belief somewhat, leading one to tighten the reigns of meaning upon this matter of public arguments and anger.
Its just plain awkward when one watches, or hears a tiff between two or three people when the observer is involved, in terms of knowing those participants in the row, but not knowing the situation or the relationship well enough for one to take part in, or pass advice.
It’s the singleton with the couple syndrome. The third wheel. Watching your friend(s) behave in mannerisms you deem completely ridiculous. Sitting across the dining table or during an attempt at seduction on the dance floor, and suddenly becoming part of a drama in which you simply did not wish to debut. From nowhere (it would seem) a snowball escalates, a row begins and you observe those who are usually so positive and wonderful, become beasts in a brawl in which you cannot complete. Issues you know nothing about start flying around in the air like bullets, and the etiquette one must assume is to become the bystander, the neutral ground, the ‘I'm not listening’ loyal friend.
Well, we have news for you. We are listening, we-are-observing, and what we see is completely and totally ruining our Sunday lunch. Eyes metaphorically roll and the eject button on your seat isn’t working.
We look from one corner to the next, gosh that shelf needs a dust, is it that time already, my beer is getting warm, will they notice if I go to the bathroom…again? Abort mission.
And then there are the lines you want to laugh at, to say “c’mon mate, you’re being totally unreasonable” – but you risk taking a bullet and nose diving yourself into a black hole of no return.
Perhaps this is youth; perhaps in time the rows and tiffs will stop. Is it so desirable to wash your dirty linen in public? Well, if it is, please remember that we are not your detergent or fabric conditioner – there to smooth out the fine lines and make everything all soft and fuzzy again. No, we are your friends and you look like an idiot.
Table for one please…actually, I’ll have this to go. Alone.
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