Pen in the Ass
Scenario:
My fiancee has a particular pen she just *loves*. It is the Zebra Sarasa fine point cobalt gell retractable pen. Being the guy that I am, I go out and try to buy this pen for her. 101 of them to be exact. Unfortunately, they no lnoger make it in fine point, but she said medium point was ok too, so I go ahead and place the order. Even more unfortunately, she thought that the color was navy. So the package arrives, and she opens it and it turns out to be the wrong one. I hate returning things through the mail, so it looks like I'll have enough pens to last the rest of my life.
Analysis:
I think this is representative of a lot of the problems in my life. The problem could have been spotted early on if either one of us was paying attention. She could have seen it on the box, and I could have seen it on the website I ordered it from. It was really nobody's fault and everybody's fault, so I have no where to direct my anger/upset mood. Another thing is that it is another example of me fucking things up by trying to do a good thing. Sometimes it seems that things would be much easier if I just stopped trying. I know, this is not a healthy mentality and I won't be adopting it, but sometimes I really wonder.
Why is it that I only started really wanting a gmail account after I found out that my fiancee's sister has one? I don't know, but it's pretty pathetic.
