You know that classic fear that people have of waking up next to the same person over and over and over again. Opening your eyes, rolling over, and yup, there they are. Right where they were last night. Haven’t gone anywhere. Yay.

Sometimes I wonder if The Munch gets sick of me. If she looks at me first thing in the morning and thinks “You again!” I wonder if she secretly wishes that her days would spice up a bit, or she had more of a social life.

What is better… to have many acquaintances, or a few deep relationships?

The benefit of having lots of friends is that you always feel popular, you usually have someone to do things with, and you don’t have to deal with their problems because you don’t know each other like that. The down side is the lightness of the dynamic does not facilitate a real level of intimacy. The benefits of a few good friends are they know you really well, you have memories to laugh at, and you can be less censored. But you probably fight more, get bored around them, have to actually listen to their troubles, and loan them more stuff.

People you are around a lot don’t always see the best in you, but they also accept you for who you are. Otherwise, they would demote you back to associate level. “Ummm actually lets rewind this relationship to when you didn’t feel comfortable showing me that side of your personality. Yeah, that would be great.”

So maybe The Munch wishes sometimes that I would get out of her face, but hopefully she realizes that without me she wouldn’t survive. Whoops… what I meant to say is… I hope she finds comfort in the fact that I will always forgive her no matter how many times she throws her toys.

Me: “It’s just that we don’t talk anymore…”
Munch: ” Oh God… not this again.”