Ambivalence is war

Me1: It's 7:30 AM on a Saturday. Are we really getting up and at 'em?
Me2: Yes. Swim class is at 9 AM and we feel so good when we're there and when it's over.
Me1: Well, sleep a little longer.
Me2: We have to leave the house at 8:20 at the latest.
Me1: Yeah, yeah. Done and done. We don't need much time to roll out of bed and get out.
Me2: You're right.

Me2: Oh crap, I need to make breakfast for afterward. It's 8:15.
Me1: That's okay. You can leave late and still make it. The teacher's always late anyway.
Me2: Okay.

Me2: Dang it, we missed the train.
Me1: (Yippee!) I mean, darn. We'll be late, but the class doesn't care if we're late.
Me2: You're right.

Me2: Now we're 15 minutes late. I shouldn't even step in the door of the gym.
Me1: You're already here. Just go.
Me2: No. Forget it. You made me leave late. We should've left at 8:20.
Me1: {mockingly} "We should've left at 8:20."
Me2: This is a no man's land. I should've either gotten it together or flaked on the class for real and stayed in bed! I hate you!
Me1: There's always next week.
Me2: We can't think that way!
Me1: Yeah, we can! Frickin' perfectionist!
Me2: Saboteur!

{continue ad nauseum}

No End.