Sharing your life with another person is never easy. It’s hard enough handling your own issues, but relationships force us to combine the problems of two people and hope that neither person is permanently damaged by the other. To be in a relationship is to let a relative stranger in on your deepest, most disgusting secrets, and hope that they still want to be in the same room with you after. There’s a constant battle going on with yourself and also with the person you profess to love, and it’s not clear that this struggle will ever let up. Some days you find yourself wondering if any of this will really be worth it, and maybe you’re better off living alone, trading companionship for solitude.
And then other days you play your boyfriend in a motorcycle racing game where you totally kick his ass, and you think to yourself: yeah, I could keep doing this for the rest of my life.