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Her: well no of course I don't understand
Him: what the fuck do you mean you don't understand
Her: I mean, I don't fucking get it
Him: and this is the fucking problem to begin with
Her: what?! That you say insane things and i'm not supposed to say I don't understand
Him: Insane things? Huh? Fuck off man whatever
Her: fuck off man
Him: yeah, fuck off man
Her: i'm not looking for a fucking thesis asshole, i'm looking for a quick little rundown on what the fuck you could possibly mean, cuz I don't understand
Him: if you don't understand, then you probably can't understand
Her: oh perfect, perfect fucking reasoning
Him: i'm just saying it's pretty hard to constantly be talking to someone who has to have things explained to them
Her: CONSTANTLY? When was the last fucking time you explained dick to me? I don't know who died and made you Mensa President, and um I don't know if you've had time to notice between your IQ tests and Nobel Prizes or whatever... but i'm pretty fucking smart. And I understand most things and just because you're a self centered fucking dickhead does not make me someone who “constantly” needs things explained to her
Him: See, this is the fucking problem.
Her: WHAT! WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?
Him: We can't do anything without you freaking out
Her: No, you can't treat my like a belittling jerk and expect me to not freak out. Guess what... I'm a thinking, functioning adult with feeling and ideas and experiences that make me FUCKING DIFFERENT from you... not dumber, not more naïve, not incorrect, just fucking different okay
Him: See and I don't know why you always have to do this either
Her: do. What.
Him: make it into this big philosophical ordeal, a big lecture or sermon about the differences between humans and how if we could just accept differences instead of trying to change people blah blah i've heard it a million times before and all I'm trying to do is express one pretty inconsequential opinion about how things should go and you fly off-
Her: About how things should go. Is that what you were getting at
Him: I thought it was fucking clear
Her: I'm pretty sure I made it pretty fucking clear that nothing was fucking clear
Him: Your circles that you run are draining
Her: I thought you'd been training
Him: Why should I have to? Why do I have to train to spend time with someone? Don't you realize at some point... people are going to be sick of that exhaustion? Tired of have to fucking condition in order to have a conversation because you can't let it go? You take it and spit it and spit it and convolute things so much that eventually you think you heard something insane that doesn't make any sense when you really just heard something real or raw or just mundane and you send yourself into attack mode which is fucking siamese twins with defensive mode and you become, well, intolerable
Her: see and I can't see why you do this
Him: do what
Her: take me just wanting some sort of explanation or clarification and prodding and poking until I snap...by calling me stupid, by insulting my thought process, by whatever other condescending things you do and make me feel like, and frankly call me, an intolerable person when all I want is a little more enrichment so that I can safely be on the same page
Him: well, so, what do you want then?
Her: I want to know what the fuck you're talking about
Him: I just don't even remember
Her: Fuck off. If you can't even remember then....
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