She told me she was following the real-time result of the 2020 U.S. presidential election.
I said so did me and asked her who would probably win in her prediction.
“Why shall I predict the outcomes? I don’t even have a ballot.” She said.
“Then why do you watch real-time updates? You don’t even have a ballot.”
Feeling annoyed by her inexplicable unfriendly tone, which happens now and then in our not-long-lasting relationship, I wondered about her boundary and said those words more like a probe than a prank.
“Why must I bet on a team when watching a football game?” She argued.
“For most people, they do.”
It was a contorted metaphor. I was also willing to go with that absurd context without any meaningful clarification.
“So I don’t even deserve to see the election?” She said sarcastically.
“Ah, you sound angry.” I can imagine what her expression was behind the screen.
No more words came out.
Simply saying, “It doesn’t matter who wins, I don’t care”, can defuse an uncomfortable argument. However, she cannot speak even a single word. The greatest tragedy between us is that she never perceives her aggressive attitude towards others.
You cannot hear.