10-29-2015, 04:01 PM
A blogger describing his response to being told candidly by his SO that he had behaved badly reminded me of this song by Ani DiFranco, which I played for a friend of mine some years ago after witnessing some spectacular bad behavior on his part.
"AS IS"
You can't hide
Behind social graces
So don't try
To be all touchy feely
Cause you lie
In my face of all places
But I've got no
Problem with that really
What bugs me
Is that you believe what you're saying
What bothers me
Is that you don't know how you feel
What scares me
Is that while you're telling me stories
You actually
Believe that they are real
And I've got
No illusions about you
And guess what?
I never did
And when I said
When I said I'll take it
I meant,
I meant as is
Just give up
And admit you're an asshole
You would be
In some good company
I think you'd find
That your friends would forgive you
Or maybe I
Am just speaking for me
Cause when I look around
I think this, this is good enough
And I try to laugh
At whatever life brings
Cause when I look down
I just miss all the good stuff
When I look up
I just trip over things
And I've got
No illusions about you...
You can't hide
Behind social graces
Cause I don't buy it
Like everyone else
And you can lie
In my face of all places
Just don't
Lie to yourself
Cause I've got
No illusions about you
And guess what?
I never did
And when I say
When I say I'll take it
I mean,
I mean as is...
He bristled at the "go ahead and admit you're an asshole" bit. I explained to him that the whole point of it was that I knew he wasn't perfect, wasn't going to be perfect, and--while I might call him out on it--it didn't mean I didn't like or care about him. Quite the opposite in fact.
I have since figured out, however, that this wasn't a good friendship for me to invest a lot of energy into. We still run into each other but we no longer have conversations like this, which is a shame.
"AS IS"
You can't hide
Behind social graces
So don't try
To be all touchy feely
Cause you lie
In my face of all places
But I've got no
Problem with that really
What bugs me
Is that you believe what you're saying
What bothers me
Is that you don't know how you feel
What scares me
Is that while you're telling me stories
You actually
Believe that they are real
And I've got
No illusions about you
And guess what?
I never did
And when I said
When I said I'll take it
I meant,
I meant as is
Just give up
And admit you're an asshole
You would be
In some good company
I think you'd find
That your friends would forgive you
Or maybe I
Am just speaking for me
Cause when I look around
I think this, this is good enough
And I try to laugh
At whatever life brings
Cause when I look down
I just miss all the good stuff
When I look up
I just trip over things
And I've got
No illusions about you...
You can't hide
Behind social graces
Cause I don't buy it
Like everyone else
And you can lie
In my face of all places
Just don't
Lie to yourself
Cause I've got
No illusions about you
And guess what?
I never did
And when I say
When I say I'll take it
I mean,
I mean as is...
He bristled at the "go ahead and admit you're an asshole" bit. I explained to him that the whole point of it was that I knew he wasn't perfect, wasn't going to be perfect, and--while I might call him out on it--it didn't mean I didn't like or care about him. Quite the opposite in fact.
I have since figured out, however, that this wasn't a good friendship for me to invest a lot of energy into. We still run into each other but we no longer have conversations like this, which is a shame.