Living with A has been an enlightening experience for me.
He asked me the other day if I was going to get out of my pajamas (actually a good question at the time). I got defensive and told him these weren't pajamas because I didn't sleep in them. He threw up his hands and said "whoa, I'm not judging." This same scenario (different items) has happened before with A. With the same result, he's not judging me.
Huh? You're a man and you're not judging every move I make and thing I do against some imaginary scale of perfection that I have in my mind? What, you have never seen that scale of perfection? That scale is just a figment of my crazy imagination? Huh?
Wow. It has been really interesting to sit inside my mind and watch these interactions and realize what is happening.
Take care, dear readers. I'm learning my lessons.
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