"This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye."
-William Blake, The Everlasting Gospel
We -- the family -- had a brunch for Mel today. I suppose it went smoothly enough... She was charming, they were welcoming, and everyone was getting along quite nicely, I thought... Then she was paged, and had to leave. After bidding her goodbye, I stepped back into Frasier's apartment, intending to ask everyone's opinion of her. I did. Everyone was avoiding the question, very uncomfortable looks on their faces...
Daphne came in, and told me, quite knowingly, exactly what she thought of her replacement. She doesn't like her one bit. No one does. And the thing that gets me is, they're right.
Daphne's right.
Daphne was completely inebriated, and in the middle of ordering pizza when she announced that Mel was bossy, fussy, and... completely wrong for me. I was sober and unoccupied, and still didn't dare admit to myself what everyone else exclaimed. Mel is, quite often, a considerably unpleasant human being.
I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I'm realizing everything Daphne said about her.
A strange note: I only hate these things when Mel and I are apart. When we're together, we're as happy as a man with a broken heart and a manipulative woman could be. This isn't nearly as happy as I could be with a certain other woman, whom I will neglect to mention in order to keep myself going, but I suppose it's happy enough. And the solution to the annoyance I feel when we're apart, I think, is to spend more time with her.
Maybe then I'll grow to accept her strange idiosyncrasies. Maybe I'll be able to forget everything Daphne said about my...
My girlfriend.