one of my favorite topics that i've touched on in the
past posts is the gender divide; between trevor and myself, specifically. i write about it a lot because sometimes i'm incredulous about how eye-wash boys can be - as opposed to my every-single-iota detail focus, aka OCD - and other times it's just hilarious. trev roars with laughter when i start pointing out his more bizarre habits, which just makes me laugh, too. it's good he's so good natured about things, seriously, because there are a lot of habits and i am nickity pickity. and by gender divide, i am aware that i am generalizing - there are more than enough dudes who do NOT do as he does, and plenty of girls who are nothing like me. i refer more to our specific dynamic, but the 'trevor-carolyn' divide is too long to type.
so he gets the keys to our new place in the C-to-the-O tomorrow, and per our agreement based on my boxes of stuff, my particular tastes, my particular aesthetic, his particular lack of boxes, his particular disinterest, and his penchance to defer to me for the interior decor aspect of life, trev will be living without any dishes, glasses, flatware, linens, and very little furniture until i arrive in denver a month from now. he will sleep on a hand-me-down futon and watch a hand-me-down tv, but other than that the apartment will be empty. most people would find this unliveable, unbearable, sub-human, but you, ladies and gentleman, do not know trevor. in his words: "i'm like a cockroach, baby. i don't need anything to survive. i just exist."
truer words have not been spoken. an amazing talent for surviving on basically nothing, as long as he is relatively warm and there is food that is edible, this boy will survive. edible is also a negotiable term. as cyn puts it, "he can eat newspaper." he likes good food but tends to err on the side of cheap. it's of the deprive-now-for-later-benefits mentality. when i would fly up to beijing on weekends, he would frantically ask around for decent food spots from his more upper crusty friends (or i would arrive armed with places i wanted to see / experience / eat at) and he was always happy when i was happy. and now, the philosophy is much of the same - save money as much as possible until carolyn arrives with stuff and opinions. it sounds one-sided, i know, but if you know me and you know him... it makes sense. one of the things we like about one another is that we can do street stalls of ghetto dirty chinese, or martinis and steaks. he likes that i seek out nicer things and prettier, cooler spaces, but that i enjoy cheap hotpot or 2 am egg pancakes in front of parking lots. i like that he strikes a balance in me, lest i get too fancy or too wrapped up in materiality as i have the capacity for.
should i have saved this post for valentine's day?
