6th December - Here's why I was so WRONG...



A few years back, it was a truth universally acknowledged... Jake Gable is NEVER wrong. Sounds arrogant, huh? But it was true. I would only ever comment on something if I was 100% sure of my answer. Either via stats, or facts, or a well-informed opinion based on insight, and my own life experience or naturally high level of intelligence. My friends would fight the narrative, and in the end, 'cede, once their statement was proved incorrect, that I had produced the goods again. But in recent times, my track record has taken a nosedive, and it keeps plummeting beyond belief. 




Sure, Messi is still better than Ronaldo. Of course, PlayStation is superior to Xbox. And we all know, that Chocolate is nicer than Cake. On those fronts, my opinion remains correct. But I always told myself I didn't want a relationship, that I was the 'man behaving badly' who would live the rest of his life as Jude Law in 'Alfie', swinging around Cities like some of charismatic Spider-Man, doing whatever I wanted. BANG, 2020 and it all changes. Well, I'll never get married at least, or have more children. Uh oh, what's that? A ring has been purchased, proposed, and accepted, and talk of a future daughter is a frequent discussion point? Shit, I was wrong AGAIN about what I wanted. 




Right through to when my partner suggested moving in together and my response was that what we had was so good, that I didn't want to change it in any way. 'If it ain't broke...' and all that. Living in one another's pockets 24/7 could be a fast-track route to suffocation, especially for such an independent and secretly introverted man like myself, who values his alone time so much that I'd regularly take myself on solo holidays, or dates to the cinema, and restaurants etc. What has actually transpired, has been the complete opposite. So when my partner pushed to purchase a dog (see my last diary entry), I was absolutely universal and radical in my reply. "You can, but it is YOUR dog if you do, and I won't be having anything to do with it, or taking any responsibility for it". Here I am, now taking her for walks, and picking up her steaming shit in a see-through marigold. All because I love her, and love them both. Once again, my partner know me better than I know myself. It turns out...




... I was WRONG. 


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