Warning: Post May Induce Seizures and the Need to Listen to Punk Rock for Sheer Anti-Romanticism
If you live in NYC and haven’t been outside yet, do not venture into the vast tundra. It’s disgustingly cold-to the point I was thinking “oh great, another ice age” and “oh my, i am certainly feeling the effects of global warming” (it also causes vast disparities in temperatures, come on people!). I’m wearing long underwear for the first time–can’t feel fashionable, can’t look good, I’m thinking very bad thoughts about numerous slow-walking people and there are still bay gulls (har har) outside my office window! Nothing will make those birds leave the city-though I know how they feel.
My thoughts today are somewhat vomit-inducing, if you’re not a fan of schmaltz-y romantic, lovey thoughts. But not to the point of fluffy kittens and clouds that look like bunnies, or even watching “Enchanted”. It’s more like when Juno tells Bleeker she thinks he’s the coolest bloke ever (sorry for all the Juno posts, without the Juno movie wrap up, check out NYTimes’ here).
Events happened the night of New Year’s that prevent my “roommate” (code: boyfriend) from taking over his side of the bed last night. No, he didn’t die or anything, but we were in Montreal and the night took an ugly turn…more on that later. I haven’t seen him since the 1st but he’ll be back tomorrow night (whew)…which brings up lots of weird feelings. Since we moved in together in July (though we’d be living together, just not in our own place since May) we haven’t spent a night apart.
i'm cold here too...snowboarding in Mont Tremblant
It’s the normal stuff, he locks the doors, turns the smoke detector back on, makes sure to remind me to refill the humidifier, set my alarms, take a shower…i’ve decided he’s the responsible one. He turns the power off when we leave the house, he does the dishes, closes the refrigerator when i leave it open (absentmindedly). He always knows where I put my keys and when’s trash day, recycling day, bulk trash day and when to have our parents park on the opposite side of the street. As I’m writing this, it’s pretty obvious I’m dependent on him for regular apartment happenings. I don’t know when I have to pay rent, the utility bills, cable or when to water the plants. He does though and is pretty willing to stay in his position.
I bet a lot of women are mad at me after reading this. How are you supposed to be independent with Boyfriend reminding you of stuff all the time? Aren’t you interested in figuring out when Tax Day is? (I seriously only know it because it’s my best friend’s birthday)
Fact is, this being dependent business, I feel, makes me more independent to think creatively–something I love to do and think I’m pretty good at. Who needs to think about what exactly can go in the garbage disposal when you can read Voltaire and/
Or maybe this is a worthless argument and I really should learn how to read Voltaire and figure out how the milk keeps replacing itself.
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