Inauspicious Effort To Isolate From Iceburg

I will imitate you if I want to, I say to the arrogant iceburg. He sticks out his frosty tongue, and I show him the identical act. You are an idiot he tells me, igniting my wrath. No, I tell myself, I am immune to his irrevocable idiocy now. I attempt to isolate myself from my feelings, inadvertently making them worse. Iconic that he and I should be isolated in this territory. An inauspicious attempt to reconcile us, by my family, I imagine. I suddenly feel complete inanition; I am completely depleted. Shall we continue this iterative dance, or find new partners? I ask him. It is totally up to you, he says, so I give him one last kiss, and shove off.