"It is possible to live in peace."- Gandhi It's just not expected anymore. Every so often, I check in at Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About , a site by British author, Mil Millington who is an enterprising chap who's published a novel of the same name in at least 7 languages by this point, including German, his girlfriend Margret's native tongue. Reading about their epic disfunction is enough to make anyone feel better about their relationship. But it makes me feel weird. Here's the thing... Sweets and I don't argue. Not once. Really. I've not raised my voice or called him by his full name in admonishing tones, stamped my feet or slammed a door. If you know me and my temper, you should find this peculiar. We just... get along. Society isn't prepared for this and it makes me feel like a weirdo. Sometimes, I think I should just pick a fight so we can get it over with and not be completely overcome with shock the day it happens. Sweets says it may never happen. See that's why I really love him. He puts his optimism in my pessimism.