picking battles.
picking battles is usually my forte. i have never been one of those crazy girls who gets mad about everything. but when your boyfriend tells you he wants to go out into the wilderness to live for a year, no contact with anyone- consider battle picked.
it was semi-hypothetical. the odds of him actually choosing to be a hermit for a year are minuscule. to me its almost laughable, to him its a childhood dream. but the idea of being alone is alluring to him. he wants to leave the world for a year. his family, his friends, his life.
i don’t want someone who would choose to leave me for a year. i don’t want someone who can easily cut himself off from his family. for a girl as scared of the future as i am, that’s a scary quality in someone you want to be with.
i want someone who can’t live without me. who chooses me over his selfish 8-year-old-dream.
so last night ended with tears. overreacting and confusion. i think i picked the wrong battle. maybe the right values to fight about, but in the wrong time and conversation.
