On the Topic of Toppings

On the Topic of Toppings

“Hey, Tony, are you almost done with the computer? I really need it.”

“No, I already said I would be working on this all night, Jim, don’t you listen.”

“Alright, dude chill. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Hey, do you want to order some pizza?”

“Pizza sounds amazing. I am starving.”

“Okay, let me go ahead and order. What do you want on the pizza?”

“Pepperoni,” Tony said dismissively as he looked up from his computer.

“Pepperoni?” Jim questioned.

“Pepperoni...,” Tony replied, looking up at Jim, with a confused face.

“We always get pepperoni, Tony.”

“Duh, because pepperoni is tasty,” Tony replied, slightly irritated.

“Well, I like sausage more on my pizza and we never get anything other than pepperoni on our pizza.”

“So? What does that have to do with anything?”

“We always get what you want, never what I want,” Jim replied with an upset face.

“Okay and? It is just pizza, Jim, chill.”

“It’s not just the pizza, Tony. Everything.”

“That is not even, don’t lie. You get what you want too all the time”

“See, but it is true Jim. It’s been like this. We always do what you want to do. We always eat what you want to eat. We always go where you want to go. We never do what I want to do. We never eat what I want to eat. We never go where I want to go.”

Tony stands up and closes his laptop forcefully. “Dude, what are you even saying, that’s crazy? I always make sure we get an even chance at doing what we want to do.”

“Like what? Give me some examples, please. I would love to hear some of these said times.”

“Well, you remember that time we went to the waterpark with Stephanie and Lucy.”

“Yeah, that was what you wanted to do with them. I wanted to go to Six Flags, but ‘nooo Hurricane Harbor is more fun,’ so what do we do? We go to Hurricane Harbor because that’s what you wanted to do.”

“Jim, all we were doing was trying to order pizza. Why did this spiral out of control like this? You didn’t have to over exaggerate the situation.”

“I’m not over exaggerating the situation, I am just stating the facts.”

“How come you haven’t said anything before?”

“Because I’ve always been afraid to. You may not realize it, but you’re very suppressive.”

“Suppressive? Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about. Just order the pizza.” Tony opens up the laptop again and starts working.

Jim walks up to Tony’s desk and shuts the laptop, “See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. you're shutting me down when I'm finally trying to express how I'm feeling.”

“Okay, then. Tell me about it. I want to know how you feel,” Tony said sarcastically, grinning.