brat4fun -> RE: defiance (7/27/2008 10:27:11 PM)
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ORIGINAL: opposingtwilight When I'm struggling with something I tend to either babble like an idiot or get really quiet. If I'm really quiet, then something is really wrong. For me, defiance is an inner struggle more than an outer one. I tend to get quiet and "shut down"... usually when there's so much going on that I can't process anymore. If someone tries to get me to interact or have a conversation at that point, I tend to get rather snarky. (Please bear with me, this is a pretty long set-up.) The other night my Sir and I had gotten home from my first time meeting his family. Things went well there, but I was pretty wiped out and glad to be back at Sir's place and alone with him. We'd just finished watching a show on TV when he told me to get dressed to go out... he noticed my hesitation and asked if I was tired. I answered, truthfully, that while I wasn't tired I was feeling rather "lazy". Not exactly what I was feeling, but the closest word I could latch onto at the time. He laughed and told me that I couldn't be lazy all the time and to go get dressed. So... into skirt and heels go I, with some Tylenol taken (in the hopes that the headache I thought was coming on wouldn't) and my handy-dandy earplugs in my pocket just in case. The first club we went to was so crowded we couldn't even find a parking space, so we went off to an area of town where there were several places close together. We found a parking spot and went into the second place that night... it was VERY crowded as well, and loud... my earplugs were in within the first two minutes. (I'm really not much of a club person.) We couldn't find a seat, Sir noticed the ear plugs, and he agreed it was too loud and crowded. We tried one more place, but didn't even make it past the door before deciding that it wasn't going to be any better there. As we were leaving the parking lot, Sir asked me a question... don't recall what it was, but I remember that I was trying to answer but he kept interrupting me. At that point I just snapped and raised my voice (didn't shout, exactly, but raised my voice). Sir stopped talking and confronted my behavior right then and there. Nothing drastic, but enough of a swift mood change to get my attention, and he made me rephrase what I'd said into something more civilized and in a more polite tone of voice. It's always seems to be little piddly stuff that gets to me, and generally when I'm already stressed... like being out of sorts and then going from one loud, crowded environment to the next. I'm lucky to have found a Sir that will take my little "blips" and calmly correct them, rather than exploding at me and making me feel even worse. lil Aidan
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