I once had the good fortune of dating a guy who was working on a start up for quite a while. Good guy. Great sense of humor, great grammar, great personality. I didn’t understand him, I didn’t. 

Not that I didn’t try. 

I didn’t know what you’re supposed to say to someone with passion that Michelangelo would have been jealous of. This person would work hours into the night, creating a logo. He didn’t have a functional company, but at least he had the idea, all he wanted to do was start a business, and be his own boss. He had too many ideas I didn’t understand. 

We couldn’t have been more different. 

He was passionate, and me, lacklustre. Where he was driven and had his own ideas, I was okay with being told what to do. We were chalk and cheese. He wasn’t actively making money, and when he said he was working, I secretly felt weird because he didn’t have an “actual job” or even office space! I was mad he lived with his parents at the ripe age of 34, and there were times I wished he would slog like I did. 

Office job, nine to five, salaries, soulless coffee. 

I think I was kind of jealous of him. He was his own boss, and happy and positive. And I was a bitter person with way too many complaints about life. I guess I was unhappy being forced into working for someone and being dependent on a boss who would dole out money – while he was happy despite his company’s failure to launch for three whole years. 

He never lost hope, even when I would go ranting about the age gap. What did I do? I gave up. The worst thing I could possibly do. 


15 thoughts on “I Did Him Wrong. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s