In and Out
It’s funny. When I sit back and think about it, the saying ‘opposites attract’is a really true statement. Never put much thought into really, never had to. This weekend, though, it caught my attention and it stuck.
Josh is an extrovert. He can talk to everyone and anyone, from the guy standing next to him in line to the chick handing us our movie tickets. I swear this kid could would talk to a telephone if it ever came down to it. He has no problems making friends, fitting in with the crowds, being at parties, simply living. He’s the CENTER of the crowd, the class clown. Mister Universe. He’s the person most people like being around
I am none of those things. Small talk is horrible, please don’t make me do it. Going to new places bothers me. I need to find all the exits, know I can the bathroom, and have an exit strategy. Meeting new people is worse. My personality and having RBF means I look like I constantly want to kill some one. I am the person that most others tend to avoid.
Yet- and it boggles my mind constantly- Yet Josh and I have been able to stick together for 14 years. Through the hellhole of middle school and the depression it plaqued me with. High school. A year long fall out. Hooking up. People saying we wouldn’t make it. Work. Lives. Another bout of depression. People still saying we won’t make: We’re too different. You don’t have things in common. You’re more like friends like lovers.
Honestly, I say fuck you to anyone that doesn’t think we can make it. We’ve been doing just fine for 14 years. Nothing is ever going to stand in our way. And if anyone ever says opposites don’t work:
You ever try sticking magnets together on the same pole side? Opposites attract.