Insignificance

Insignificance

The blonde looked at her friend sitting across the room from her. Not
more than five minutes away, the guy wearing a blue Dodgers cap sat in
a similar position with his friend.
"I don't know why he has to be such an asshole. Why'd he have to sleep
with that girl? Where the hell did he get the idea that 'time off'
meant?"
* * *
"?Just sit around a little while. Only in the mind of a woman could
breaking up to get back together make any sense. Women are such goddamn
control freaks. They can never leave things alone..."
"No shit," his friend agreed. The guy in the blue dodgers hat didn't
bother to stop talking.
"?And you know what pisses me off the most is the stupid little things
that she makes me deal with. She takes forever to get ready, we're
always late?
* * *
"?He complains that I take too long, he dresses like a slob, he spills
food all over himself?
* * *
"?She spends an hour and a half eating a meal, and when I finish in
five minutes she gets mad because 'she feels bad that I have to wait
for her'?"
* * *
"?All his pants have holes in them. He smells like shit all the
time..."
"That's true," her friend interjected quickly. The blonde didn't
bother to stop talking.
"?because he never takes a goddamn shower. Honestly if he gets five
showers in a week it'd be a miracle. .."
* * *
"?She bitches all the time. She's always tired?"
* * *
"?He's always sore from something?"
* * *
"?We always have to go to these goddamn plays, and museums?"
* * *
"?And baseball games. Honestly if have to watch another stupid
baseball game I think I'll kill myself?"
* * *
"?Do you even know how much she bitches if we actually sit down to
watch a fuckin' ball game. At first it's like, 'okay honey. I'll watch
the game with you because I love you'?"
* * *
"?'Even though you never give me anything, I'm still going to be the
giving, mature one and sit and watch your damn game with you'?"
* * *
"?And then she bitches to no end. 'I'm bored.' 'This is dumb.' And
then she starts asking those stupid questions. 'Why'd he do that?'
'What do those little hand signals mean?' 'Why do they call it a
fastball?' Why the fuck do you think they call it a fastball?"
* * *
"?And then, when I try to show any interest and I start asking
questions he gets all pissed off. How the hell am I supposed to know
all that useless crap?"
* * *
"?And then she wants to fool around. She never wants to have sex any
other time but as soon as it's the bottom of the ninth she's ready to
go. I don't know how many fucking chick flicks I've sat through without
doing shit, because I know she'll just get pissed off?"
* * *
"?All we ever do is go and watch stupid action movies, but the one
time we actually go to see something I want to see, he gets bored and
wants to do it in front of the whole damn theatre. All he thinks about
is?"
* * *
"?Herself. My life doesn't revolve around?"
* * *
"?His sex drive. Honestly he's such a?"
* * *
"?Bitch."
"What?"
"You're a bitch," his friend reasserted. "Listen to yourself. 'Oh, my
girlfriend dumped me.'" He continued sarcastically. "'It takes her to
long to get ready, and she always wants to have sex when I'm watching
baseball.' What the fuck's wrong with you. Why?"
* * *
"?Can't you just admit you're still in love with him?"
Her friend's words silenced the blonde for a second.
"He slept with another girl-
"After you dumped him," her friend countered. "Listen, he's an asshole.
I never liked him. He's arrogant and he's scummy. But I know you love
him cause if you didn't you wouldn't be like this. Just look at
yourself. You and I both know you still want him so just?"
* * *
"?Pick up the phone. You still want her, so go call her."
"You're not listening. I don't want this girl-
"Bullshit. If you didn't want her back you wouldn't be sitting here,
crying like a little girl. You know I never liked her and I always
thought she was a stuck up little princess, but I know you still want
her."
"But-"
"Shut up. Now you need to get on her or get over her. Either way you
need to stop talking about her because I can't deal with this bullshit
anymore."
The guy in the blue Dodgers hat sat silent for a second. "We're just
too?"
* * *
"?Different. He likes baseball and dogs and beer. I like?"
* * *
"?Plays and chick flicks and girly things."
"You're bitching again."
The guy in the blue dodgers cap stopped.
"People like us just shouldn't be together. That's the way it
is."
"People like you? What the fuck does that mean? Listen, no matter how
much people say we're all so different?"
* * *
"?We all want the same things," the blonde's friend continued. "The
way people think and act might be different but in the end we all have
the same goals. Love, happiness?"
* * *
"?Money, sex." His friend paused for a split-second. "You see man.
Just because you're different doesn't mean?"
* * *
"?It can't work?"
* * *
"So stop being a pussy, and call her."
The guy in the blue Dodgers cap sat silently.
"Just call her. You know you?"
* * *
"?Want to give him one more chance. You know you love each
other."
There was an awkward silence. The blonde stared at the floor for a
while. Her eyes didn't shift. She kept them fixated on that same spot
on the floor until the phone rang, shaking her out of the trance she
was in. The blonde gazed at the phone cautiously for a short time, as
if she knew it was him.
"Hello."
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Listen, can we talk?"
"Yeah."
"Can I meet you in ten minutes?"
"Give me twenty."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone.
* * *
Thirty minutes later the blonde walked up to him, as he stood staring
at the ocean. The bluffs that over-looked the ocean were perfect for
watching sunsets. This had been their spot for as long as they'd been
together.
And they met, and sat in the same spot they always sat, their spot, and
talked about what couples usually talk about when they're having
problems. And in the end they made up, as couples often do. And they
watched the sun sink into the ocean, as they, and many couples before
them, often had. And then they got up and walked hand in hand together,
as they, and many couples before them, often had. And as they were
walking, they past another couple, walking hand in hand as they were.
And though they had never seen the other couple before, the two seemed
somehow familiar.
The blonde looked at the other couple and smiled. The guy in the blue
Dodgers cap smiled back at her.