to say too much?
If this is the only life that we are going to live through, and our only chance at happiness, isn’t it a bit worth sharing emotions and passions to the point that it becomes awkward? Isn’t that what being a human is all about?
My trouble with relationships is the mundane. Fuck the weather. Fuck sports. Fuck fashion. Fuck Hollywood. I’d rather talk about us and the silly memories that we’ve been through, and, of course, the bad ones too. Others in my life, however, do they desire these relationships like I do?
I yearn for passionate relationships but get stuck when someone tells me about something new in the media. I get that we, as humans, like things like sports (unless you’re me), but do relationships formed mainly on interests last? What if you go blind and can’t watch TV anymore? Will your friends still like you if you stop dressing nicely? I’m just thinking here, so feel free to express your opinions and experiences by all means.