My boyfriend said he doesn’t believe in the honeymoon stage. Regardless if I agree with him or not, I refuse to argue with him. In my head, that’s a pretty sweet thing to say.
Boyfriend’s beliefs aside, I took the time to decide if or when the honeymoon stage of our relationship passed. The only evidence I have that we’ve exited the new relationship bliss is that we argue as if we’ve been dating for years. The latest deals with that fact that he has a poker-face like no other. I can never tell if he is kidding. So when he jokes, I actually think he’s being mean.
“Liz, I’m obviously kidding.” “No! It’s not obvious!”
That interaction occurs daily. I don’t think he gets the message.
Then I took into account that these arguments are about as ugly as kittens fighting. Our paws are up, we’re batting at each other, but nothing’ really happening. And any on-looker thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever.
Also, whenever I run out of things to say, I just meow. Yes, you
heard read me correctly. My meows sound so authentic you’d think a calico was at your feet.
It doesn’t really help the cause at all.
I’m pretty sure we’re the cutest couple ever. It’s disgusting. After that picture above, he was upset for days over ruining such a nice photo of me.
My good friend Aviva told me she has a blog. I explained that I have one, too. Before I could ask to see hers, she explained that the main reason she loves it is because no one she knows can see it.
She writes on her blog about her life, what’s happening, her issues, all that. It’s like a diary, only many strangers have the option to see it online.
It must be very cathartic.
Being a girl is a burden. There’s so much thought–brought on by perpetually over-thinking things–in our heads that it is just impossible to keep it all in. More people should keep blogs.
I choose blogs over diaries for the mere fact that my hand tires easily when i write things out. Typing is the lazy way out. And even then, I rarely get around to it. (Notice my last post was New Years)
I’m lucky enough to have a boyfriend that likes to hear me talk. He actually gets worried when I don’t talk. At least for the time being. We’ve only been dating a couple months, soon his mind could change once we’ve eased out of that honeymoon stage. (That prompts a new post idea!)
Blogs should be advertised as an anti-depressant. A way to ward off insanity, to say the least.
Also, Aviva told me she titles her blogs posts with whatever song she’s listening to at the moment. I thought it was pretty creative.