After having been together almost a year, you'd think that Mike and I would have had a few fights by now. Or, if not fights, at least some arguments here and there. That's normal, right? But we haven't. We've had a few very calm disagreements, and we've been upset with one another, and one of us is prone to occasional hysteria (*cough*it'sme*cough*), but we have yet to fight. We haven't even raised our voices.
Which is great. I get really upset when people are angry with me, and loud voices hurt my feelings.
... no, it's great. Seriously.
It just makes me a little paranoid, like when the token blonde in a horror movie has a narrow escape - you know she's going to die an awful death eventually, and now you have to WAIT for it and it's all creepy.
Bad analogy. I'll try to explain myself a little more clearly.
I think what I'm trying to say is that it worries me a little bit that we haven't fought, because one of these days we ARE going to disagree on something major. And it's going to be a big deal. And we won't have a clue what to do or what to expect from each other.
Maybe I'm borrowing trouble; maybe that's just how we interact. Every relationship is different. But I feel a little bit like I'm swimming in shark territory with a sign on my butt that says "FREE FOOD." Something's bound to happen eventually.
Not that Mike is remotely shark-like. That's not what I meant.
... okay, now I'm just rambling. It's time for this post to be over.
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