Relationships are like driving in tandem: you decide where you want to go, trace the route, the signaling rules, and start on the road together, but each with his own car, more or less set up, as each took care of it until then. But you can’t establish all the details from the beginning; you can’t predict everything that’s going to come your way, you can’t know where a crazy driver comes from cutting your way or when a breakdown occurs.
But what do you do when you drive a sports car, which can’t wait to step on it at 180km / h on the roads of life, being used to drive her crazy, headless and sometimes meaningless, with a semi-unconsciousness bordering on death or loneliness, always choosing another road at the end of which you hope to find the answer; while he drives calmly and balanced a VW Golf, without exceeding the legal speed, constantly sliding, rationally and lucidly, only on the roads he knows?
The solution seems simple if you look at it like this: take your damn foot off the gas pedal cause you won’t die if you get to your destination a little later and he’ll definitely step on it here and there and turn left after you, even if the path is unknown to him. And when he’s on the serpentines pulling harder on the hill, instead of sitting on his ass and stressing him until he pulls on the right, like you’ve been doing with the rest of the road users, signal how you spoke at the beginning, go slightly in front of him and guide him. You will create your joint pace, your joint path, known in some places by both but unknown to neither of you completely.
The other option is for each of you to go your own path, at your own pace, to intersect from time to time and get to the destination separately. It’s just that it’s never about the destination. It’s always about the road.
