Have you ever listened to your significant other explain their logic in a situation, and your brain starts to throb from the pain of trying to comprehend them? My boyfriend and I do not argue over not having enough time with each other. We do not fight over one’s fear of infidelity or insecurities. Oh, no. Some of our most explosive arguments have been over when a Biggie record came out. Or if E.T. came out in the eighties or the nineties. I should have known our relationship would be eccentric due to the argument we had during our first date. His car does not have automatic lock, and at the time, I was on a date so I did not really think of the car’s security features.
As he walked around to the passenger door he said, “Next time you get out of my car, can you lock it?” Me, being a firecracker explained to him that his car was his responsibility, especially on a first date. I swore never to see him again. I called everyone and said how rude he was. He told his loved ones that I was bitter and crazy. A few dates later, he and I proceeded to get into a heated debate in an art museum over “what we felt” when we looked at a certain sculpture. It is refreshing to be with someone with a totally different and personally I think flawed point of view, but I have to respect that. It has been an interesting ten months with my love, but my mind is always stimulated, as well as my thumbs because of our random thumb war matches. We watch movies and one of us will challenge the other to a dance off when a song we like comes on. This is our love. Not normal, but ours.