"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"
"I don't care. I'll let you pick."
"Ummm... I don't know. What do you want?"
Its like the conversation that never ends. Remember, like the song? "This is the song that never ends. It just goes on and on and on..."
I avoid that particular conversation. I detest that conversation. It frustrates the hell out of me. Yet, I found myself in it yesterday with no way out.
I had spent the day paddling, and headed over to prof's house afterwards. It didn't hit me how tired I was until I got out of the car. All the ambition and hunger and desire to make happy chat just totally left my body. I wanted to curl up on the couch and be spoon fed large helpings of pasta and gatorade. But spoon feeding wasn't on the agenda and there wasn't a gatorade in sight. And because I truly couldn't make a decision (and because all the good places were closed on Sunday night), we got caught in the "I don't know, what do you want to do?" conversation for way longer than was necessary.
He wanted to make me happy, which is why we got caught in that stupid conversation. Damn him for considering my feelings and desires! There is a time and a place for consideration, but not with brain-dead river Susan. That Susan wants to be told where we are going and be driven there, while taking a nap. After, I swear, 30 minutes of discussion, we wound up at a great Indian place. I was happy. He was happy. It worked out fine, but I was still mildly annoyed the whole time I was eating his chana masala.
Its the first time that I've been annoyed with him. And yes, its minor. But its not going to be the last time, I'm sure. When you spend so much time with one person, squeezing them in between the gazillion other things you are running around doing, some annoyance and irritation is inevitable. I guess its all in how you handle it. And if you can handle it. And by "you," I mean "me."
I suspect that this could mark the beginning of the end of the honeymoon period...