It Ain't All Good

Coming back to life, as I tend to think of my exodus from a five-year long depression jag, isn't all good.

Sure, most of it is, and I wouldn't change it for anything. I enjoy things, look forward to each new day, laugh, make plans, feel love towards my family and friends, and so much more it's impossible to say.

But there is one sad side effect of being reanimated; the fact I care about things deeply and have opinions on matters. I'm not saying either of these things are bad.

But on one hand, you have a woman who hasn't really cared about anything for almost five years. Not often, or strongly enough, to disagree or argue about it. Unfortunately, my personality is to stand up for what I believe in and argue for what I want. I'm sure that seeing as I haven't put forth the effort to support my viewpoints as often in the past I probably feel the tendency to do so more than is good now.

On the other hand, you have a man who has spent five years with a woman who generally just didn't care. Seldom voicing contradicting beliefs, or if she did voice them, she didn't stand behind them long . . . just giving up when it became to much of a hassle to deal with.

So, we have some adjusting to do. Within our own expectations and how we communicate and deal with each other.

It's not fun. Not comfortable. Not, all good.