I'm indirectly reminded that I'm a "shitty" boyfriend more than I would like to be by my actions and the various arguments I get in about what "normal" boyfriends should be doing.
"Mom, mom! Can I have this toy!? I swear this is the last toy I'll ever ask from you again! I'll never want another toy! I PROMISE!" Oh, the infamous, dreaded words you hate hearing every time you walk into a store with your child am I right? Mind you, I don't have children but I can already feel the frustration.
Whenever I write something, anything, I know deep down inside the only people who'll actually open and read it are either awesome and supportive people, folks who don't know me very well, or people who want to amuse themselves. How do I know this? Because quite frankly, I was the same way. It wasn't until a few months ago where I learned that being negative about the success of others only hurts me as well.
Introverted Intellect
