Flux
So you will stop doing whatever it is that you are "getting done" to go to target but you wont stop doing it to go for a walk. I sense an ulterior motive here. I am so going to leave your ass in the dust when we go to London.
Lately I'm getting so annoyed with the controlling behavior. And the self-centeredness. You expect so much that people will give you stuff for your birthday and for christmas that even if you do get something you don't appreciate it... because I suppose it was not enough. You will "take me to target" eagerly as if you are really doing it for me, but I know you want to go so you can look at your electronic crap. And when I go my own way to look at clothes and other "girly things" you will get all antsy to leave. And you want me to bring you food all the time, and for me to pay for it. And you want me to drive you to class. Tell me, how many times have to driven yourself to class this semester? And don't blame it on your gas milage because school is not that far away and you have the same tank size as me. It isn't really all that much more expensive for you.
The longer we are together, I know the possibility of marriage approaches ever nearer. And the more I dread the fact that I don't think I could stand a lifetime of your laziness. I am solitary and you know that. I cannot keep working for two people, studying for two people, driving and paying for two people. I am one person, not two. And say for some reason I am stupid and I accept your proposal; there would for sure be a signing of prenuptials because, sadly, I don't trust that you wont try and marry me for my money. And if you refused to sign, I would not marry you. Sad but surely true.
I don't know if I have faith that you could change. How much have I changed for you? The "balanced reciprocity" thing is not working out between us, and by definition we shouldn't even be going by balanced reciprocity but by generalized reciprocity.
You have people who keep you alive but how would you survive if you didn't have them? You can't be lazy and you need to learn how to be alone. I am doing more than my share of the work. I need you to be a man.
Lately I'm getting so annoyed with the controlling behavior. And the self-centeredness. You expect so much that people will give you stuff for your birthday and for christmas that even if you do get something you don't appreciate it... because I suppose it was not enough. You will "take me to target" eagerly as if you are really doing it for me, but I know you want to go so you can look at your electronic crap. And when I go my own way to look at clothes and other "girly things" you will get all antsy to leave. And you want me to bring you food all the time, and for me to pay for it. And you want me to drive you to class. Tell me, how many times have to driven yourself to class this semester? And don't blame it on your gas milage because school is not that far away and you have the same tank size as me. It isn't really all that much more expensive for you.
The longer we are together, I know the possibility of marriage approaches ever nearer. And the more I dread the fact that I don't think I could stand a lifetime of your laziness. I am solitary and you know that. I cannot keep working for two people, studying for two people, driving and paying for two people. I am one person, not two. And say for some reason I am stupid and I accept your proposal; there would for sure be a signing of prenuptials because, sadly, I don't trust that you wont try and marry me for my money. And if you refused to sign, I would not marry you. Sad but surely true.
I don't know if I have faith that you could change. How much have I changed for you? The "balanced reciprocity" thing is not working out between us, and by definition we shouldn't even be going by balanced reciprocity but by generalized reciprocity.
You have people who keep you alive but how would you survive if you didn't have them? You can't be lazy and you need to learn how to be alone. I am doing more than my share of the work. I need you to be a man.

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