"You're too optimistic," he says, "It's like you see the world through rose-colored lenses or however that saying goes."
"What's that supposed to mean?" they inquired, almost insulted, but I guess you can't feel insulted when you don't even know what it means.
"You idealize things. The world isn't some kind of scripted show where you can go around writing fantastical stories and romanticized poetry."
"Okay?"
"You still don't get it, do you?"
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to be trying to get."
He sighs.
"Well, sorry for being a huge headache as always."
"Fine. What I'm trying to say is that you need to grow up. You're far too naive, and that's going to hurt you someday when you wake up and realize that the world isn't some perfect place for you to live in."
"Ha, well, I hurt people and some hurt me. Heck, sometimes I hurt me. Don't presume you know everything. You don't think I already know that the world isn't perfect?"
"Well, you sure don't act like it."
"Who cares if I don't act like it? I sure don't. Can I not just pretend that everything is okay when it feels like the world is falling apart because of every wrong step I take? Can I not just express my emotions when you complain that you bury your emotions to the point where all you are is sarcastic and condescending and so fricking frustrating to deal with? I'm tired of you treating me as if I don't know anything. I'm not the most mature, but neither are you. You have no right to invalidate my actions or way of living."
"All you are is a little sister who's an emotional wreck."
"So what? At least I know how I feel, and at least I can sympathise with others even if we aren't completely like-minded. Do you have anything else of the past to bring up?"
At this point he already tuned them out.
As always.
And the two went their separate ways.
