My girlfriend looks like she rapes and murders little boys, and lucky for me she is a cougar and I am a little boy. I think that she is going to try and kill me with raw fish.
Right now she is recovering from food poisoning because she chose to ignore my warnings to avoid uncooked fish, and now I am home alone on a Friday night with my doors locked up tight. I could have gone out without her if I wanted to, but I am discovering that if I am not spending time with her, I kind of rather would not be spending time at all.
Logic would say that the best thing for a relationship is a healthy balance between time spent together and time spent alone. But I am finding that the more that I rely on somebody else, the less independent that I can claim to be and the less independent that I am, the stronger that my relationship is to the person that I am dependent upon.
It’s a tricky ratio because the stronger that I feel about this relationship, the more that I feel like I am sacrificing my independence. I am currently freaking out at these revelations and hating that it is a widely accepted cultural norm to pair up and share the rest of your life with somebody else. I am going to get a vasectomy and warn women that I am not family material. I am worthless and I can not be expected to share my life with anyone.