“you’ll never annoy me~”
I always think that a love affair is starting off on the wrong foot if you complain — even jokingly — that your partner will get sick of you at some point, and they riposte with something along the lines of “no, I never will!” Because we all know that’s just bona-fide garbage, right there.
Look, saying your partner will never get on your nerves is a very romantic notion, but it strikes me as naive and far too idealistic to be safe. (Unless you know that you will, of course, and deny it all the same, which is just plain disingenuous.) If you’re going to be close enough to be in love with someone, then of course there are moments they are going to drive you mad/you just wish they’d shut up/so on so forth. That’s part of being human, sometimes people just piss you off! It doesn’t mean you have to cut contact with them and never speak to them again; it’s just life. You learn to deal with it.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just getting cynical or something, but this fluffy bullshit is getting on my nerves, lately. Love isn’t a fairytale. Love is interacting with another person/other people at a massively complicated level, it doesn’t come with a manual, and it certainly isn’t sparkle and magic all the damn time. I keep running into people who want me to believe it is, and believe that they can ‘save’ me from being so bitter and horrible, but fuck, I’m looking at things realistically because I love you (or am willing to come to love you). For you, I’m willing to deal with painful reality, because the only way you’ll make something work properly is if you work with what’s painful and awkward and real. I find it so massively offensive when my partner(s) try to throw glitter onto things and cover up the ugly truth instead of seizing it by the horns and looking it in the eye and wringing the beauty out of it themselves. Ourselves.
