TALK

Some days are just mind-numbingly dull. You spend 10-12 hours at work, most of the time doing things you've done countless times before that you can get on without even focusing. It's like you've memorized some horribly long play and your body just acts without thinking.

And then you come back, throw something in the oven/microwave/boiling water and flip through tv/internet sites/Sky (I love Sky but for fuck's sake, get better shows!) and before you know it, it'll be bedtime and work soon approaches again.

Bet it's depressing just reading that.

Dennis and I made a point to spend one hour occasionally to have quiet time so we could talk.

Fine, it was my idea and I was being a pain in the ass; but I absolutely did not wring his hands or threaten him in any ways.

Okay, maybe a little bit. But it was nothing more than the equivalent of threatening to take away a child's chocolate if he doesn't stop crying. It wasn't like I was going to ban him from playing games forever. No, not guilty, never.

I don't know exactly why girls like talking and sharing stuffs. It is a pain sometimes. But it's not always easy to get to know someone. There are dozens of year worth of stories before you met him/her; and those stories shaped who s/he is now and perhaps who s/he is going to be in the future.

It's goddamn unfortunate that getting to know someone is a long, albeit not necessarily painful, process. There is no point-click-download-unzip and tadah you know everything about someone. That would eliminate talking for sure.

But then again, everyone has to learn how to shut a girl up. I mean, nice ways to shut a girl up.

No, that one doesn't count. Geez.