The thing about relationships is that you become so dependent on the other person so suddenly (and yet not so suddenly because it was so unconscious and gradual) that one day (and every other day after that) you forgot you swore and thought once upon a time never to be jealous, never to demand, never to expect, never to want, never to insist, never to throw tantrum, never to coerce, never to cajole, never to cling, never to depend, never to think 'we', never to plan your life around one person, never to be affected by tiny nuanced moodswings. One day, you suddenly forget that once upon a long time ago, you did not want to be a river that others may cause ceaseless ripples on simply by throwing a miniscule pebble. It was absolutely disgusting when you hear about girls getting upset that their boys cannot accompany them. That is like, STUPID INFANTILE GIRLS YOU ARE SO WIMPY! NO BACKBONE! What? Are you girls some kinda INVERTEBRATES?! GOD You bring shame onto Womenfolk! YUCKS TO YOU. Logical, sensible, independent You wisely point out to the abovementioned girls that their boys have work to do, social networks to upkeep, family committments to handle, and haply dish out other sagely advice. You wisely become so complacent and confident about thyself that you fold your arms and leaned back and watched the world go by whilst half-listening to your girl endless whinings about her insensitive boy and thus reducing herself to a worthless, pathetic, dependent, Girl. You think to yourself Man, I will never be like that I will not whine I will be whined About. Then one day, you realize with horror that you have been transformed by a funky permutation of your DNA into a Infantile, Wimpy, No Backbone!, Some Kinda Invertebrates?!, Yucks To You, Dependent, GIRL. It does not fill you with a warm, overflowing, i want to shout it from the mountain top i want the world to know, feeling but instead it feels you with a ominous, pounding, incessant dread that is apt to stop you dead in your tracks in the midst of crossing the road (if that realization so happens to hit you then) and you are roused from it only when the car screams into your ears and its shrieks pierce your nightmare. In the subsequent nights you toss and turn and fall out of bed and come to grips with that horrific nightmare and swear to right the wrong and over the next few days attempt to manipulate your funked DNA back to what it was. It works for a few days and you manage to stay in the relationship like you originally planned but the whole castle in the air collapses when your boy does some silly thing and throws your whole momenta into disarray and you get pissed off and you snap at him and then horror of horrors! Your funky DNA is back.

Relationships. What can Anyone make of it. It's like trying to catch that a slippery rubber water snake in a tub full of water. You think you've got it, but as soon as you think that, things will be such that you realize you haven't got anything at all.