I may have mentioned before that J is still on my Facebook friend list, even though we had stopped talking in between.
Because when he called to tell me that he was ‘never going to talk’ to me again, he also asked me NOT to delete him off Facebook. Apparently that interaction doesn’t constitute ‘talking’. I left him on the list, because frankly it was easier than having to deal with the resultant tantrums if I had deleted him. And honestly? I figured phasing the dude out would work better if I did it in small increments. (He is the kind of person that would constantly call just because he knows I DON’T want to talk to him.)
Anyway, as I said before, we have moved past all that angst. We are pretty good friends now, and in fact enjoy each other’s company occasionally.
(I still get the occasional impassioned ‘I love you!’, but I’ve learnt to ignore it.)
I wondered WHY he wanted me to remain Facebook friends with him, and it dawned on me only recently. It is simply because he finds our caustic exchanges stimulating.
He posted a status a while back, and the ensuing comment war was hilarious – to the extent that people called me up to tell me it was funny. J even read back the exchange to me the next day on the phone. It WAS funny.
And subsequently, he posts statuses that are evidently goads for me to respond (as they mostly are mocking commentaries on women and their foibles). He also comments on every single one of MY status messages, in and effort to draw me into an exchange again. Here he doesn’t consider that there are OTHER people also commenting alongside him.
And all this has made me cognisant of a rather interesting trend – my friends and family all pick me to goad into these exchanges. Either it is a provocative message or wall post or sentence slyly slipped into conversation – but the fact remains that I seem to be the prime target.
The other day I wasn’t well at all, and my mother turns to me and says, with that craftily intent look on her face: “Play Literati with me. I’m sure I’d make more 7-letter words than you.”
I shrugged and said: “Yeah you probably will.”
Utter disappointment for my mom. Why? Because my response was, and I quote, ‘so thanda’.
Excuse me?? Same thing with my dad. Makes comments only to goad me into retorting.
What is wrong with my friends and family? Shouldn’t they be pleased when I give my caustic, tongue-in-cheek, silly sense of humour a break once in a while?