The hardest part about being in a relationship is not murdering your significant other in a bloody outrage. Sometimes I just can’t help but think…jesus fucking Christ how did men get so stupid? How are they all, as a massive generalization, such fucking idiots? Why can’t they get their shit together? And how the hell did they wind up running the world? No fucking wonder it’s going to the shitter!
And then I take a long, deep breath. And I remember that inside every idiotic guy is an eight year-old boy’s heart. One that is fragile, and breaks easily. One that he hands out like press-and-bake cookies to people he cares about, which is a lot of people because he’s very caring. And he is just trying to navigate this world as I am. Neither of us know what we’re doing. We’re both just figuring it out.
And then I think…
Who am I fucking kidding?