I read a bunch of blog posts about love today and so I thought I needed to comment on love myself. And, this awesome picture that I borrowed from
A Cheery Disposition really makes me want to get another tattoo!
Oh, and if you aren't reading A Cup of Jo, you need to be! She has this delightful thing going on right now where people post their secrets to a happy marriage. It's inspiring!
Anyway, back to my opinions about this thing called LOVE. When I fell in love with the Boyfriend, I knew it. I knew that there were never going to be other men for me. It didn't take us long at all to start wondering what our lives will be like together.
I would be lying if I said things were perfect. We argue about stuff and we we disagree about things, sometimes big things, but we work it out. Why? Because we are the best of friends and only care about the others happiness and well-being.
Do I check out other guys? Sure. But I know that no one else in the world could love me the way that the Boyfriend does. I mean, seriously, who else would be willing to move into my parent's basement with me to save money for a wedding and a house? Exactly. I've hit the jackpot here, and no other guy could be as awesome as he his.
Why is he awesome? We understand each other. We've shared similar life experiences and know what it's like. He keeps me stable and I keep him guessing! I try to convince him to eat more vegetables and he tries to keep me from buying too many shoes. We work together well. We mesh. It's like that adorable sloth Sid says in Ice Age 2 (yes, I love cartoons!): "She's tons of fun and you're no fun at all - She completes you." And that's how I feel about us. We complete each other.
Okay, now someone needs to tie me to a chair so I don't wander down to the tattoo shop. Eh, I think it might be too late for that! :)
A friend of mine just got back from college and was looking forward to a fun summer with old friends and the exciting possibility of an internship just over the horizon. It's stressful waiting to hear about a job, I know that, but now compound this stress with that of a high maintenance relationship that is going nowhere. She's slowly sucking the life out of him as she does crazy things to attract his attention and that of others. It's terribly sad, watching him waste away before our eyes as this awful relationship drains him. He cares for her, regardless, and wants to be sure that she's okay and that's what keeps him from ending it. That's sweet, I think, because he has the courtesy to ensure she will be fine. The problem is, she doesn't want to be fine.
