After all the heavy but extremely important stuff going on this blog, I need a little comedy break.
Tyler and I Can Be Gross
I suppose I could simply write "I can be comfortable around Tyler", but I want to go a step further. Sure, I'm comfortable. Including all the emotional stuff, I can wear crappy clothes and no makeup around him. I can stuff my face with hot wings and have sauce all over my face. I can even pass gas--a formerly big deal for me, if you don't recall.
But this goes a step beyond. Tyler and I are so close and comfortable with one another that our level of intimacy often treads into gross territory. (Non-sexual things, fyi.) We can discuss gross things. We can do gross things. I feel comfortable being gross around Tyler. I feel comfortable with Tyler being gross around me. Just last night, I told Tyler an embarrassing story about me and...not making it to the bathroom in time. Once he was bit by a spider and I squeezed the bite until pus and blood came out. It was gross and I freaked out, but I was happy to be there for him.
All right. I'll stop. Just because he and I can be gross together, doesn't mean you want to hear all about it. But sometimes things need to be discussed and sometimes things need to get done. If you're going to live your life with someone, you best be able to let it all hang out.
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