be trustworthy

95% percent of the time, I am. When Oskar Schell snoops in Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, it’s funny. BF even thinks it’s kind of cute. There’s nothing cute about it when I do it. One could almost say “I get what I deserve”, but I don’t believe in self-fulfilling prophecies.

There are never any answers to be had here.

I’ll try to remember this: “I can’t have you being insecure”. I’d like for him to repay that favor. Are we on equal footing here?

I’ll try. Like he said about trust: You either don’t, or you do. This one goes hand in hand with the other.

Obviously I’m not. It seems possible that my understanding of “private sphere” is somewhat warped. (But then I did wound my own honor, so maybe it’s not.)