Straight Edge Life

If you have a problem with me, come to me and we’ll deal with it. If I’m getting in your way… if I’m cramping your style… let me know so that I can decide what to do about it. Maybe I’ll stay and change my ways. Maybe I’ll decide it’s time for us to part ways. But don’t quietly test my patience. Don’t quietly build a case of irreconcilable differences so that you can pull a knife out of your pocket and stab me with it when it suites you best.

I’m not a dumb boy. People don’t always match up. They have differences. Sometimes those differences matter, sometimes they don’t. We all fight for the things we believe in, right? The other things we let slide. But I’m done dating girls who go to bars. I just don’t need the headache. Two people can’t disagree on something so fundamental, so important, and hope to have a smooth thing going. I’ve tried it so many times. I’ve tried it more times than I want to think about. And every damn time I feel like I’m compromising.

Living in a constant state of compromise is living on my knees. Vulnerable, weak and pathetic.