Epiphany (?): Why It Didn't Work Out

We both want peace.

I cannot feel at peace if I perceive unresolved conflict.

You cannot feel at peace if subjected to conflict.

I seek conflict, to resolve it. You avoid conflict, I imagine for the same reason, in a way. These are not necessary statements of fact, but rather how we appear compared to each other.

And there you have it. Similar goals, but different approaches. And in that difference of approach, enough dissimilarity to ensure a small tragedy of a romance, but the eventual reward of a deeply cherished friendship.

Had we been more different, it could have been a Jack Sprat situation. Wherein we could have occupied each others' vacancies. Polished off each the other's plate, as it were.

Had we been more alike, we would have never had to think at all about how to handle certain situations. Perhaps this small, but fundamental difference introduced an adversarial component to our interaction that spelled its doom.

I thought you were being dishonest. You thought you were being nice.

Or maybe. . . . you really are just a stoopid poo head. Hrmmm....yes. That might be it. Yay!

At this rate I'll only need to be unemployed, in financial crisis, and approaching agoraphobic depression for another. . . 215 years before I have EVERYTHING figured out. What a relief!