Today I was really angry for no apparent reason. I knew it was irrational, but I really wanted a good fight. And so, when Pete texted me something that was vaguely annoying, I jumped all over it. Accusing him of being embarrassed to be seen with me in public, calling him names for insulting my intelligence, etc. In the middle of the angry texts, I wondered to myself why I was taking it out on him. I think it's pretty common to argue with people you trust and are close to because you know they'll still love you, but I'm not especially close to Pete, and I don't trust him. But then I thought, Pete doesn't hold grudges, and he's not easily upset. Perfect.

When the name-calling started, Pete called. He was upset. Oops. He was going on and on about something, but I didn't really hear what, because I was too busy yelling over him. It felt really good. But then I apologized and told him I didn't really mean it, I was just in a bad mood and needed to yell at someone. He said (in complete shock and horror), "Oh my God, you're crazy, just like every other woman." I guess Pete's never heard me get angry before. I took this as an encouragement to yell about something else. I believe my rant ended with something like, "I have to go. I'm at the gym. Maybe if I spend enough time on the elliptical I'll finally be thin enough for you to hang out with." Poor Pete.

But we're still friends. And after arguing I went to the gym and had a great workout. So maybe Pete should piss me off on a regular basis.