Tonight was an odd experience. It is a Monday night. The night in which I cast away who I am, my personality, my flaws and edges and try to embrace the role of a made up fictional character (who is likely to be nothing like me).
Yes, that's right. I am one of those guys. The guy who gathers in groups, making bad jokes and rolling dice while speaking about mythological and fantasy subjects. Is it something to be proud of? Not really. But it is something I enjoy. It is something that allows me to shed the stress of my normal life and be carefree. My girlfriend hates Mondays, understandably. She doesn't see me most of the day. I can't really blame her.
Today, however, things were different. I still played my games. I still pretended to be a duo of Golblins bent of stealing everything in a fantasy realm. But afterwards, instead of heading home to slide into one of my most favorite places in the world, in bed with my arms around my girlfriend.
No. Today I decided to spend time with one of my friends, and fellow nerd. Someone who i usually have limited contact with, but i figured "what the hell."
We sat at a diner and talked about life. Primarily his. I'm a better listener than talker. Eventually He asked how many women I've dated (more than I'd like to admit). About my current relationship. My longest relationship. I explained the situation I'm in now to him. I'm almost 10 months into a relationship with the love of my life. It wasn't always this way. For the longest time, me and her did not date. In fact, I was in a relationship for two out of the four/five years I've known her. But in the end, I'm with her. I'm with the woman I'm supposed to be.
But I disgress. Back to my friend. My friend who is now telling me of his relationship woes. How the girl he loves, and is confident he wants to be with for the rest of his life, doesn't want to be with him at the moment. Two years of dating, and they seem to be nothing more than friends with benefits at this point. He was trying desperately to be her anchor and show her the passion he has for her.
And that made me think. It made me think about what I put my girlfriend through, before she was my girlfriend. She tried desperately to make me understand how much she cared. How much she knew we were meant for each other. But in the end, I was scared. Which is why we didn't date for so long.
After telling me his story, which reminded me of mine (even though I was the antagonist in mine) I could only think of my girlfriend. And so I gave him the only advice I knew to give.
If you know the two of you are meant to be, don't give up. It will be hard. And it will probably be a long road, but if it is meant to be, the two of you will unite in the end. But if you have your doubts, then cut it off now. Don't put yourself through the hurt.
I don't know why I told him that, or why I though that was the best advice to give. It was the only clear thought I had in my head that is full of chaos and disarray. I guess somewhere in my mind, it made me understand the love my girlfriend has for me all the better. And in return, I can love her better.
But now that I've laid out my thoughts, it is time for me to rest. It is nearly 4 am. And I have my favorite place to be.
Yes, that's right. I am one of those guys. The guy who gathers in groups, making bad jokes and rolling dice while speaking about mythological and fantasy subjects. Is it something to be proud of? Not really. But it is something I enjoy. It is something that allows me to shed the stress of my normal life and be carefree. My girlfriend hates Mondays, understandably. She doesn't see me most of the day. I can't really blame her.
Today, however, things were different. I still played my games. I still pretended to be a duo of Golblins bent of stealing everything in a fantasy realm. But afterwards, instead of heading home to slide into one of my most favorite places in the world, in bed with my arms around my girlfriend.
No. Today I decided to spend time with one of my friends, and fellow nerd. Someone who i usually have limited contact with, but i figured "what the hell."
We sat at a diner and talked about life. Primarily his. I'm a better listener than talker. Eventually He asked how many women I've dated (more than I'd like to admit). About my current relationship. My longest relationship. I explained the situation I'm in now to him. I'm almost 10 months into a relationship with the love of my life. It wasn't always this way. For the longest time, me and her did not date. In fact, I was in a relationship for two out of the four/five years I've known her. But in the end, I'm with her. I'm with the woman I'm supposed to be.
But I disgress. Back to my friend. My friend who is now telling me of his relationship woes. How the girl he loves, and is confident he wants to be with for the rest of his life, doesn't want to be with him at the moment. Two years of dating, and they seem to be nothing more than friends with benefits at this point. He was trying desperately to be her anchor and show her the passion he has for her.
And that made me think. It made me think about what I put my girlfriend through, before she was my girlfriend. She tried desperately to make me understand how much she cared. How much she knew we were meant for each other. But in the end, I was scared. Which is why we didn't date for so long.
After telling me his story, which reminded me of mine (even though I was the antagonist in mine) I could only think of my girlfriend. And so I gave him the only advice I knew to give.
If you know the two of you are meant to be, don't give up. It will be hard. And it will probably be a long road, but if it is meant to be, the two of you will unite in the end. But if you have your doubts, then cut it off now. Don't put yourself through the hurt.
I don't know why I told him that, or why I though that was the best advice to give. It was the only clear thought I had in my head that is full of chaos and disarray. I guess somewhere in my mind, it made me understand the love my girlfriend has for me all the better. And in return, I can love her better.
But now that I've laid out my thoughts, it is time for me to rest. It is nearly 4 am. And I have my favorite place to be.
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