Relationships

This is post #199. I've got to come up with something really good for post #200. Any suggestions are welcomed. I also just realized that I didn't write yesterday. That's the first day in goodness knows how long. I guess even manic bloggers are allowed an Independence Day.

So, to the topic title listed. It seems, lately, that as I worry less about the status of mine, the more I'm enjoying the boy. Why do the labels matter so much? And the fact that I even care makes me feel like Justin Bobby and Audrina wrapped into one. (Remember those glorious episodes from The Hills? Yes, I watch The Hills. Shut up.)

And maybe what I thought I wanted, initially, is not what I want. I think I might be coming to the age where I'm putting more pressure on myself to fit into societal norms. Why? Do I get a cookie or manna from Heaven if I follow arbitrary rules? I don't want kids, so there's really no point in marriage, if I follow the conventions I'm placing on myself. So, relax, girl!

I'm going to blame the Bar. I'm going to blame it for everything, including stubbing my toe this morning and having to clean out the cat box. And then I'm going to consciously tell myself to relax and enjoy the good, fun relationship I do have. Let the rest work itself out.