The idea that three interesting people in a really-really small town might just spend their days tootling around in a rowboat, it just tickles me to no end.
Surprisingly, I wrote this before ever even having heard of “3 Men and a Boat”
Sometimes there are certain people I meet like Martin, and it just doesn’t seem they pursue relationships, and I never see them in them, and have a hard time imagining them in one. Not in a judgemental way, just in a ponderous way.
One of the great misconceptions of thinking someone doesn’t love you is that it has anything to do with yourself.
I like that I wrote him mature enough to take this conversation in stride. Though you can see it pains him a bit.
In high school I asked my english teacher for something less “literature-y,” to which he recommended Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth, The Collector by John Fowles, and Ragtime by E.L. Doctorow. He and butted heads a LOT, but he was a good force in my life.