i am in a new relationship here in south carolina. at first i wasn't sure if it was a good idea if i should try and carve out any sort of permanence here, emotionally commit to anything, but i decided to go with the standby mantra of, you only live once. i might as well give it the ol' college try.
it began simple enough, someone told me that this was my new place, and i learned to adapt quickly. the people around weren't so bad, we eventually all became good friends and i even pitched in for coffee. quickly i realized that this was going to be my new group for a while, and it was a little awkward at first: i didn't really know the protocol around here (so vastly different than anything else i've witnessed) and just decided to follow along with all the other relationships around.
some of the other relationships were bare bones with little or no pizzazz-- quite frankly it felt like these two weren't even friends. they didn't really communicate much, maybe a note here and there. but no meals together or shared music tastes, no cute little notes that made one of them laugh; nothing denoting that they were together. it was odd to me, as i am a person who usually proclaims relationships loudly and is very excited about them. because of this culture shock, i chose to keep my relationship quiet for a few days. status quo and all that. then i had to share some more of myself, bring some tangible things to the space where we hung out-- my craisins, my green tea, my taste in music, my lunches, my online addiction to the New York Times Op-Ed page. even my love for blank inky pens and post-its became abundantly clear in the days that followed.
now it's great. i'm comfy in my relationship and i'm becoming settled into the fact that i'll be around for at least a little while. although not ideal yet, every day we're getting closer and closer. i even wrote a note that reminds me of my relationship every day-- i read it and all of a sudden a sense of contentment fills my soul.
"This is my cubicle. There are many like it, but this one is mine."
i'm starting to like my cubicle. i won't say the big l-word; now that's going a little too far.
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ok, you really should've mentioned that you weren't talking about actually dating someone earlier in the post. I sort of freaked out, and then realized what was going on. punk.
haha! that was the point. i'm shadier when i have spare time on my hands.
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