going with this mood because "unapologetically smug" is not an option?
Public post, because I sometimes forget (1) about LJ and/or (2) that a lot of people I know use this as their primary source of background information about me. To the extent that I've been lectured from multiple sources about people NOT KNOWING WHAT IS GOING ONNNN WITH ME, etc. That said, this entire thing feels excessive and ridiculous. But then...this is ME, so.
So!
I'm dating a boy. He's incredibly incredible and wonderfully wonderful, blah blah blah. For the purposes of the internet, I've taken to calling him my Companda, because one time he jokingly referred to himself as that and now he's going to regret it forever.
All of the details are really boring, because y'know. Happiness: Not nearly as compelling as dealing with fucktards. We met through a friend, there were brief shenanigans that were making it look like we'd end up not dating, shenanigans were sorted out, now we're in love...although considering the people and emotions I've applied that phrase to, it's almost embarrassing to call it that. I'm in whatever version of love sane people have. I'm crazy about him and I want to be with him all the time, but I'm not frantic to know where he is or what he's doing or who he's with. Nor does spending extended periods of time with him give me hives and make me mentally and emotionally lash out/run away. I understand that the infatuation period eventually wears off, but I seem to be getting *more* infatuated, not less, but feeling loved and adored by an amazing person makes me feel pretty good, so I'm not looking to knock it off any time soon.
And since this is actually a post written by me, about me, this space held for spazzing out:
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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU GUYS.
YOU GUYS.
GUYS.
GUYS I THINK I'M SEEING THE APPEAL HERE. IT'S LIKE BEING BY YOURSELF AND BEING ALL RELAXING, BUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE THERE, AND THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS REALLY GREAT. AND IT JUST KEEPS BEING WONDERFUL. LIKE, ALL THE TIME.
CLEARLY I, AND EVERYONE I'VE EVER DATED SERIOUSLY, HAVE BEEN DOING IT WRONG. BUT IT SEEMS PRETTY MUCH WORKED OUT NOW. HUH.
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ahem.
So a while ago, I was in the car with Leyna on the way back from some late-night thing (prooooobably rehearsal), and I started singing Peanut Butter Jelly Time. Y'know, because. Because it popped into my head and I...sometimes do that? I got maybe two phrases in before she joined me, and we did the whole thing with car choreography. And then we stopped, and I looked at her and said, "It's like our entire friendship is based on the "Yes, And" Rule." Which is probably why she's my best friend - one of us says "Hey, let's thing X!" and the other person pretty much never shoots them down, but instead is all, "Oooh! Ooooh, yes, and then we can thing Y!"
Obviously, MY POINT IS that being with the Companda feels very similar, in that we'll wake up and one of us will go, "let's get scones and tea" and the other one says, "okay, and then let's go get library cards" (ONLY THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE IT IS IMPOSSIBLE, WTF SOMERVILLE). And then we say, "oh, and I want to do this thing/go to this place/blah blah blah" and the other person is just ALWAYS OKAY WITH THAT. And that same thing carries over into uh, EVERYTHING ELSE. Like, personal preferences, and feelings, and just...Everything that comes flying out of my mouth is accepted and taken in stride and it's AWESOME. "I'm in love with you." "Rub my feet." "I don't think I want to ever experience the miracle of giving birth." "Stop playing Assassin's Creed 2 and pay attention to me." "I want a baby panda." (Actually, that last one, the response was, "Everyone wants a baby panda, get in line." THERE APPEARS TO BE A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RESPECTING ME AND BEING A DOORMAT FOR ME TO WALK ON. HUH.)
I realize this entire entry tells you basically jack shit about the Companda, and instead just tells you how I feeeeeeeeeel, but I'm not sure your ego could withstand the list of amazing talents, skills, and traits that he contains, so really I'm just sparing you the personal crisis you'd have when confronted with someone so fantastic.
Also, get your own damn Companda, this one's mine. <3
So!
I'm dating a boy. He's incredibly incredible and wonderfully wonderful, blah blah blah. For the purposes of the internet, I've taken to calling him my Companda, because one time he jokingly referred to himself as that and now he's going to regret it forever.
All of the details are really boring, because y'know. Happiness: Not nearly as compelling as dealing with fucktards. We met through a friend, there were brief shenanigans that were making it look like we'd end up not dating, shenanigans were sorted out, now we're in love...although considering the people and emotions I've applied that phrase to, it's almost embarrassing to call it that. I'm in whatever version of love sane people have. I'm crazy about him and I want to be with him all the time, but I'm not frantic to know where he is or what he's doing or who he's with. Nor does spending extended periods of time with him give me hives and make me mentally and emotionally lash out/run away. I understand that the infatuation period eventually wears off, but I seem to be getting *more* infatuated, not less, but feeling loved and adored by an amazing person makes me feel pretty good, so I'm not looking to knock it off any time soon.
And since this is actually a post written by me, about me, this space held for spazzing out:
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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU GUYS.
YOU GUYS.
GUYS.
GUYS I THINK I'M SEEING THE APPEAL HERE. IT'S LIKE BEING BY YOURSELF AND BEING ALL RELAXING, BUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE THERE, AND THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS REALLY GREAT. AND IT JUST KEEPS BEING WONDERFUL. LIKE, ALL THE TIME.
CLEARLY I, AND EVERYONE I'VE EVER DATED SERIOUSLY, HAVE BEEN DOING IT WRONG. BUT IT SEEMS PRETTY MUCH WORKED OUT NOW. HUH.
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ahem.
So a while ago, I was in the car with Leyna on the way back from some late-night thing (prooooobably rehearsal), and I started singing Peanut Butter Jelly Time. Y'know, because. Because it popped into my head and I...sometimes do that? I got maybe two phrases in before she joined me, and we did the whole thing with car choreography. And then we stopped, and I looked at her and said, "It's like our entire friendship is based on the "Yes, And" Rule." Which is probably why she's my best friend - one of us says "Hey, let's thing X!" and the other person pretty much never shoots them down, but instead is all, "Oooh! Ooooh, yes, and then we can thing Y!"
Obviously, MY POINT IS that being with the Companda feels very similar, in that we'll wake up and one of us will go, "let's get scones and tea" and the other one says, "okay, and then let's go get library cards" (ONLY THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE IT IS IMPOSSIBLE, WTF SOMERVILLE). And then we say, "oh, and I want to do this thing/go to this place/blah blah blah" and the other person is just ALWAYS OKAY WITH THAT. And that same thing carries over into uh, EVERYTHING ELSE. Like, personal preferences, and feelings, and just...Everything that comes flying out of my mouth is accepted and taken in stride and it's AWESOME. "I'm in love with you." "Rub my feet." "I don't think I want to ever experience the miracle of giving birth." "Stop playing Assassin's Creed 2 and pay attention to me." "I want a baby panda." (Actually, that last one, the response was, "Everyone wants a baby panda, get in line." THERE APPEARS TO BE A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RESPECTING ME AND BEING A DOORMAT FOR ME TO WALK ON. HUH.)
I realize this entire entry tells you basically jack shit about the Companda, and instead just tells you how I feeeeeeeeeel, but I'm not sure your ego could withstand the list of amazing talents, skills, and traits that he contains, so really I'm just sparing you the personal crisis you'd have when confronted with someone so fantastic.
Also, get your own damn Companda, this one's mine. <3