His/her approach to relationships resembled, to a large extent, a primate who's first happened upon a remote control.
The approach is cautious. The first tentative stab at a button push results in surprise, and a hasty retreat. Curiosity soon overcomes the cautiousness and initial alarm, and he treads forward with resolve. At first he's selective with the buttons that he picks, pressing one, waiting for a response, then pushing another. The reaction is often immediate, but no longer alarming. Until he hits the one for the radio, the television's blaring, the kettle on the stove is about to burn a hole in the ceiling and burst your eardrums what with the sound of escaping steam.
He's out of control. Nothing will turn off right, buttons that used to mute the tv now ups the furnace to 100 degrees. In frustration, he mashes the buttons, bangs the remote against the floor, and then hurls it against the wall.
Feb 14, 2013
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