math is hard

it’s always been so easy. maybe too easy. right from day one. there was never a chase, there was never a challenge, there was never any drama. maybe that was a red flag that i missed? no, i don’t think so. easy doesn’t automatically mean bad. does it?

you always knew exactly what you wanted and how to get it. that’s still one of the things i admire about you, even if i do resent you for it sometimes. your laser focus disregards collateral damage.

mistakes and errors happen. it’s normal and it’s ok. doubling down on something that is wrong doesn’t fix anything. repeating your point again, but louder, doesn’t fix anything either.

to be fair, just agreeing to end the conflict doesn’t fix anything either. i’m worried if i change that though it will not end well for either of us. i don’t want to have arguments with you about things you know are wrong.

sometimes you can allow yourself to be happy as well. not everything is a crisis. you don’t have to try fix everything. sometimes it’s ok to just sit in the middle of the chaos and laugh. it’s fine. really!

i know you think the answer is some magic pill. i disagree, but you do you. the only thing i ask is to fucking do it, or stop talking about it. it’s been years now.

i’m saying all of this to get it off of my chest, but i think i stopped caring long ago. you’re not going to change, and neither am i. maybe that’s fine. maybe that’s ok. we each have jobs to do, and honestly, i think we do them better than most. look at the results or our labor, they truly are exceptional.

we’re like an arithmetic problem in which you do all the steps wrong, but still end up with the right answer.

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