I feel like it's one of those things where you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Only it isn't a crime scene. More like an overly dramatized version of your life. Jack's dull life in video game mode. In any event, it seems like everyone else is happy or trying very hard to make the people they care about happy (and the party generally returns the favor). People are getting engaged, are living together, or both. Two years in and my 'significant other' can't stomach the thought. What makes me so difficult to be with. Oh the excuses. I could make rather entertaining rage comics about them and karma whore. First it was not having friends so he wants roommates..well current roommates don't seem to be filling that part at the moment do they. And then I thought well maybe it's the financial thing. He starts raving about how much money he's making. Can't stop smiling. Can't shut up about it.
And yet the issue with me would be oh dear just don't have the money to do it. Oh, and even if I pay for half the rent? Nope won't fix anything. So I think about offering to find a place that fulfills all the requirements-cheap rent, allows pets, in the 'right' location (even if it's fucking far from where I need to be for school and work). And then it hits me.
This person doesn't even want to live with me so why go through the trouble? Doesn't really make sense does it. Almost like a shot gun wedding. Why go through the trouble of forcing someone to be with you when they couldn't give a rats ass where you are at night. I guess I deserve it for investing so much into my first relationship.
How stupid.
Now, where's my firefighter/police officer/ex-marine to come to the rescue?
Just kidding. Like I enjoy dating or something.
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