and the fuck
"I have a boyfriend", she interrupts with.
"I have a bicycle" I quickly retort with, thinking we were naming off things that really didn't matter at the moment. She looks at me in shock at my response, shocked at my total disregard of her situation, shocked I didn't crumble to her pity. Her initial disgust is qualmed by her realization through my words, and she giggles. We pick up right where we left off, with more intensity now that we had let the animals out.
What self-justification is warranted with the stating of such inane quantifiers? In other words, why do people say such stupid things. Nine times out of ten, the other person is aware of your situation, so restating known facts is like telling me your name again. (which, usually isn't such a bad thing come to think of it..I tend to hear a name, then associate it with something/someone else, so within those four seconds of you saying your name and me repeating it, I already have a new name for you…)
All in all, it's a redirection of guilt being pushed from one party to the other. The real person at fault cannot take full responsibility for the situation and tries to pawn off the blame outward. A lot of times the trick works. With both feeling like accomplices, the ruffled scene takes a curtain call. Sometimes, in more dramatic fashion, the main perpetrator seeks a reassurance of character, using shame as bait on the reverse-psychological lure.