All of us have faults and baggage. It’s part of being human. Faults and baggage really come to light when one enters into a relationship. Both parties learn of one another’s mannerisms and history. It is quite intriguing, really. Of course, the human experience fascinates me. For so many years, I missed out on wild rollercoaster that is relationships.
Like most folks, I have a ton of baggage. I tend to be a wee bit overbearing, a father figure of sorts. I’m always older than the women I date. (insert joke here) This has afforded me great arguments that I always lose, because all men are wrong, evidently. 
Another thing that I and others have notice about moi, is that I tend to go into things at full steam. This time ‘round, I’m taking my time. The faster I rush into things, the harder I crash.
Yet another is something that unhinges a lot of people, especially her. I tell tales of Ireland when an opportunity arises. I don’t do it to be cocky or to seem overly worldly. Most people in this part of the southern US my age and older have never been anywhere. They think a trip is an overnight travel to the next city. I do it for the craic. I have a lot of good memories from Ireland. It comes off to some people like I’m trying be a preppy show off, when that is certainly not the case. I try to explain that Ireland is not an evil place just because it is near Iran in the dictionary!
After this evening, I’m forbidden to bring up Eire on our next outing. It will be hard, as I’m trying to learn Irish and am subsequently muttering Irish words at every chance.
Finally, I care too much. Really. I worry ‘bout her and several other people too much. There are local robberies and shootings on the news every evening. This does not help. I am working on it though. Let the chips fall where they may, I guess.
I realise that this is a sorry excuse for a post. It’s more of critique of myself. A bit of self exploration, as it were.
So, now that I have totally bored you all to bits, what are your faults?
