Here we go again
Gymgirl: (puts on music)
Me: (after several minutes) What are the lyrics to this song?
Gymgirl: “____ you, I don’t need you, I can be just fine without you.” (the next song plays, Here I go Again) These two songs sum up our entire relationship!
The Gymgirl and I bicker a lot. Not sure it rises to the level of full argument, most of the time, but there’re definitely disagreements.
The problem with me is that I’ve been spoiled by living in NYC and by my old single life. For me, if there was an issue with a relationship, I’d just get another one.
Used to tell people that you can crash and burn all night at 20 different bars and parties but at the 21st, you might meet the girl of your dreams.
Meeting people has never been an issue for me – even when I didn’t need to meet anyone. Wanting to stick around was my issue.
The Gymgirl’s no slouch herself at meeting people so I think we both looked at whatever we were initially as disposable.
Neither of us thought anything much of what might come of us getting together, just that it would be nice to have some company.
Somewhere along the line, we realized that the other was the best company we could have.
But our relationship’s imperfect because life is imperfect; we’re each broken, in our own ways.
Still, we’ve discovered that we’re both pretty good at fixing broken things. Kindness floats, you see – itself and other things.
That Brave New World fella once said that, Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
Both the Gymgirl and I catch ourselves forgetting how terrible our lives were before we met each other and, when we bicker, somehow forget that we’re not disposable to each other.
And then we wait until the other remembers.
Ideally…
Me: Man, how does someone as tiny as you get so angry all the time?
Gymgirl: Are you saying I’m short?! Come down here and say that to my face.
Me: (pause, laughter)
Gymgirl: (laughs) You can’t leave me, I’m perfect.
Me: Sheyeah…
Location: Bicker-city
Mood: hopeful
Music: gonna hold on for the rest of my days
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