Short story is short
Thursday, January 31st, 2008The clock reads 2:00 am as I sit down and log onto my computer to find that my sanctuary has once again been attacked by my clever foe. This war has been going on for so long that my ability to track it’s origin fades away into nothingness along with the rest of my forgotten memories. Which side retaliated first? Another fact that has been lost to the ever present hourglass. As I sit here and ponder about the origins of this conflict I cannot help but wonder what started this conflict in the first place. Was it something I said? Have I done this person any wrong? The more I think about it the more I get the feeling that this erupted over something trivial and has been blown out of proportion. The only reason I do not concede to my opponent is the fact that my stubborn pride gets in the way every single time. This person who’s face I have never seen before in my life has tarnished my holiest of places and continues to do so even after I myself have retaliated. I grow tired of this constant game of cat and mouse, wondering why I do not just call a truce and get on with my life. After all the only casualty of this long drawn out war is the many seconds that I have lost because of being distracted by the attacks. I sigh and take a sip of the cup of tea I have sitting next to me, telling myself it has broken down into nothing more than a childish game. Than I hit the poke back button on my facebook page. Let the war rage on.