Inexplicable emotions (as if there’re any other kind)
This is going to be a rare foray into the personal for me. Not that I haven’t written about homecomings and phlogged about friends on this site, but so far I’ve tended to shy away from dissecting my emotional life in any great detail.
Not so long ago a close friend of mine happened to disclose the fact that she’s developing feelings for a friend of hers – an individual I’ve met a couple of times, pretty briefly. Now there’s nothing wrong with this chap; if anything, he’s what I would call effervescent, with a cheery, chatty, witty disposition, one of those people who makes an impression socially. Which is why I was caught off-guard rather by my instinctive reaction .. and there’s no other way of saying this politely: distaste. When she finally uttered his name in response to my pressing queries, it came rushing up like the sour vomit soup of liquefied-dinner-and-gastric-juice that disgorges itself after one too many vodkas: distaste. It was like she’d just told me she wanted to get it on with, say, her neighbour’s dog.
Sounds like an overreaction doesn’t it ? I thought so too.
Why on earth would I be responding so vehemently to a piece of news that isn’t really that big a deal ? I mean, my friend’s been out with some pretty iffy characters in her time, people whom I’ve thought were all wrong for her, but I’ve always evaluated her hook-ups impersonally. Even when I was training a critical eye on the other party, it was never intended as a character assassination so much as a dispassionate judgment on their compatibility, potential for long-term romantic partnership .. those sorts of practical, quantifiable things. Why then this irrationally brutal verdict on someone whom I actually think might prove to be a pillar of support for my friend at a difficult, lonely juncture in her life ? I can’t explain it, insofar as any judgment I pass on him is at best based on very limited knowledge of his character.
… But from what little I’ve seen so far, yuck.
She’s too good for that muppet. He’s an asinine, one-dimensional dud. Why’s he panting after her when there are so many witless lians out there?