One paradox a day keeps delusions away

Have you ever wondered what they mean by "growing in a relationship"? I might be mistaken (as i usually am) but here's my 50 cent (filing for bankruptcy in advance) on the said topic: I think growing in a relationship is a paradox. If two people are in an union, they go through phases. Acceptance. Denial. Angst. Power. Calm. Storm... so on and so forth. As they continue moving, they come to a point where they are comfortable with themselves as an individual. This is the point where they've FINALLY found themselves with a lot of help from their partner. If it weren't for their significant others, they wouldn't have reached this stage. Fortunately, they do realize this fact. And what's paradoxical about this whole thing is once you reach that stage where you're one with yourself, you don't really anybody else because you've finally found that inner peace which you were blindly searching for in others for so long. Yet, you want to continue moving with that person. Growing up in relationship for starters. 

Hide and laugh

She thinks he's unfunny and often points out the lameness of his humour. On top of that, she laughs with the annoying "You're getting better" comment. 

But there's the catch. 

He thinks he has always been funny and she is merely getting entertained without giving credit where it's dude. Granted that he cracks some of the lousiest original jokes in the history of stupidity but that doesn't mean he can't make her laugh. For the insider record, her laughter lasts longer than her orgasms. Yet, she won't admit that he's genuinely funny. Maybe it's a feminine thing to do. Like women keep going to washroom at a party (but not in office as they deliberately don't consume enough water during working hours) without anybody really knowing why. 

Wait.

Maybe the catch here is she goes to loo repeatedly even in their house so as to laugh out loud. After all, it's not humanly possible to suppress one's laughs from his supremely hilarious quips for long. 

Present, now

I have a bit of a fever. My neck is sprained. Inspired by Kamasutra, i even cut my thumb trying to chop onions sideways. Thanks to the resulting pain, there's a bulge in my armpit as well. I didn't really sleep tight last night due to recurring bad dreams. My eyes are of bloodshot hue as i type. I guess i've strained my groin too while running unnecessarily in office. I can't sit like a lady anymore. But guess what? I've never been happier in my whole fucking life. I don't remember any phase involving me where i was damn sure of what was going on. No, not in school. Not in polytechnic. Not in college. Not anywhere else. For probably the first time ever, i am at peace with what's happening. I was arguably one of the fastest transcribers around and i treasured my job as a film journo but my current profile allows me a new sense of high. Never-seen-before ocean, never-fought-before waves. I completed a month in it yesterday and i continue to be optimistic about the future. So darn unlike me! Maybe this has something to do with the fact that i'm in love. And the person in question happens to be my answer for making everything seem alright. So, to steal her words, i am content although i work for the marketing team. OK. Bad pun. Explains why i get those nightmares!

Make her stay

She's not meant to be perfect. Neither are you. We are wretched beings. Flaws have gradually become a part of our DNA. Human flaws. One of the excuses why we tend to hurt the ones we love the most, either through words or action. Irrespective of how much you try not to, you'll end up doing the same. Every single time. It's written in the comets. [Stars don't move nor care about you.] You can't really edit the screenplay but you can work on it. You can work on yourself. Make it happen. Convince her to stay a bit longer than she's planning to. She may love you to bits today. She may not day after tomorrow. She'll grow tired of who you really are. She'll wake up someday and feel suffocated by your presence. Because, like you, she's imperfect and decorated by flaws. In the end, what matters is contentment. If you're lucky enough, you'll fall in love with her flaws, thus completing yourself. If that happens, she'll wake up to kill you one night in your sleep. But then, she'll kiss your forehead realizing she can't possibly bump into a bigger fool.