This morning we were doing the modern digital equivalent of reading the Sunday paper together: two laptops on the dining room table with a cup of Tulsi on the side. Hubby started reading off a link he ran into while I tweeted with writing buddies and translators round the world.
I guess it's because we saw He's Just Not That Into You at a friend's house last night, but he got to reading an article called 11 Reasons He Dumped You. One phrase jumped out at me.
"I know a relationship is not supposed to be exciting all the time, so getting through those flatline moments between the sparks is critical."
While I understand the importance of this for adrenaline junkies, the desire for constant sparks is not something I've ever directly understood. It's too exhausting. Frankly, I don't need to "get through" those supposedly flatline moments. I love the easy comfort of familiarity.
Why must sparks fly all the time? I mean, the reason sparklers are so cool to stare at is because they stand out. If we stared at a sparkler non-stop, every waking hour of every day, we would first get sick of it... or possible trigger photosensitive epilepsy. That would suck. And then, post convulsions, we'd eventually become so used to the sparkler, we wouldn't even notice it anymore.
No, no constant sparks for me, thank you. I prefer the exhilaration of real intimacy that includes sparks, but also offers ever so much more.
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