Logical Love

I've never been accused of being overemotional or irrational, and I generally consider myself level-headed. As a teenager, I wasn't angsty, though I managed to have a breakdown or two. (E.g. Collapsing into tears when my parents discovered me 15 and drunk, choking-out my first boyfriend because....well, who knows why, etc.) But as I get older, and life gets more complicated, the hormonal and anxious teen my parents rarely saw has emerged.

Video chat with my man:

"I have less vacation days than I thought. This messes up my entire year," says I.
"Well, that's what happens when you have a real job. It won't mess up your year," says he.

Yeah. No shit. But, that doesn't make me feel any different.

"I am worried if I live too far from home for too long, all my family will die by the time I go back," says I.
"Well, unfortunately that's part of life. That's what sucks about getting older," says he.

Again, I know. But, seriously. What if they're all dead right now.

I cry and accuse him of being (gasp!) logical and easy-going. He agrees and yet can't fathom why this is a bad thing. (Ok...it's not a bad thing unless I'm acting illogical and neurotic.)

I explain that sometimes I just need to FEEL. Sometimes I get really pissed a TV commercials. Sometimes I need to listen to sad music to intentionally feel terrible. Sometimes I need to prepare myself for everyone I love to die, even if it won't happen anytime soon. I know it doesn't make sense.

He, being the superb person that he is, understands and let's me win this non-battle.

We admittedly think very different. But, at least when I tell him to stop making so much sense, he tries his hardest.