complain a bit will ya?
Brian noted that I haven’t complained on my blog in a bit, which I didn’t notice that I did before, if I did, but I guess he would check it to see if there was something that I noted about our relationship that wasn’t quite right and all of those tedious things that are important to me, but that I doubt very much anyone else would like to read about.
So then I responded — maybe I’m happy?
Thinking about it now I think that’s about right. I still haven’t quite mastered the whole us being in the same place thing and I play off of what I think his moods are a bit too much (only when I don’t think he’s happy or nights when he’s beyond distracted) but generally I’m getting better at the whole relationship thing I think… Maybe complaining less has a little to do about that — maybe you complain less either when you’ve admitted defeat or when you just can’t, at the moment, find anything to complain about — nothing worthwhile that is.