My December to Remember: Day Fourteen
News: South Korean President impeached.
More drones spotted over Tri-state area lol why don’t they know what these things are?
Stripper who accused duke lacrosse players of rape says she lied the whole time.
OpenAI whistleblower found dead in San Francisco apartment.
ABC, George Stephanopoulos agree to pay Trump $15M to settle defamation lawsuit.
My boyfriend teases me a lot. He always seems to have a zinger in the back pocket when I say something, anything, that exemplifies my more neurotic tendencies. I cannot seem to escape it, even when my annoyance reaches critical mass and I start hyper-whining about it. But he counters with this bit of comfort: “You love me though, for some unknown reason.” And it’s true, I do love him, though the reason isn’t as unknown as he thinks. Because I’m bursting at the seams with affection and I’m not afraid to show it.
The first time I told him I loved him was about three weeks into the relationship. We were lying in bed, about to go to sleep, when I just felt an overwhelming urge to say it to him. He didn’t say it back right away, as I could tell he wasn’t too sure if he was feeling it like I did. Though he was dropping more affectionate nicknames to me at that time, notably calling me “My love.” I was nervous to say it, as the last time I said anything of the sort to a boyfriend was in high school. Still, I loved him. It was a necessary thing to say and I gave myself permission to say what was in my heart. Now, we say it to each other all the time. It’s part reassurance, part affection. The floodgates have been opened on what we mean to one another. Why stop when the admittance feels so good?
I don’t think it’s quite sunk in yet for people that making these kinds of “confessions” or admissions is actually a net positive. Once you say the truth, nothing stops it from pouring out. Perhaps that’s why so many want to put out a false narrative instead of going with what actually is happening. It’s less frightening that way. I just don’t think enough people are quite on board with wanting to let it all out yet. But soon I think we’ll be in a place where it’ll be impossible not to let it out, and anyone who wants to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes will be found out quick.
I’m just ready for the realness I’ve been living in can be something that permeates out to the rest of the world. I suppose I’ll allow it. As long as you don’t mind being as gross as me and my boyfriend. You’ll get used to it.
