damn stubborn, hard-headed chick

Just spent the last hour arguing with Franco about my other part-time job. Well, not exactly arguing. More like he's trying like hell to talk me out of it and I'm resisting, stubborn as the proverbial mule. I know he's just concerned and doesn't want me to get myself in a mess and I appreciate that, but this is something I really want.

I want to make this work. I really do. And I fully intend to do everything in my power to make it work--and prove him wrong. The guy is just too damn sure of himself--well, concerning me at least--and I think it's high time I do something to shake that, even just a little bit. Haha.

Don't get me wrong. I love him, there's no question about that. Absolutely. But it really wouldn't be healthy for both of us for me to keep stroking his ego when what I really want is to give him a good shake on the shoulders, don't you think? Besides, a little argument every now and then breaks routine and keeps things interesting. And believe me, keeping things interesting takes a lot of effort when there's half a world's distance between the two of you.

But before I go into a rambling spree about the finer points of having and keeping a long-distance relationship, let me just point out that I actually acknowledge that he may be right. I am not so blind as to overlook that possibility. I told him as much--it's just that I want to give this a shot and see the results for myself before making any conclusion, whether good or bad. That's just the way I am--I seem to have this masochistic streak and want to learn always the hard way. Tsk.