Sergei Minayev. New duhless the 21st century. Selfie (№ 209974)

We really want to go to sleep to Wake up already in tomorrow. Where it seems that yesterday nothing special happened. Although, of course, we both know what happened. And that "everything" we will definitely catch up. Not tomorrow. Sometime later. But will catch up.
It is "all", this pyatisotdollarovy weight called "bad feeling" suddenly drops from the ceiling at exactly the moment when attitudes of girls and boys, regardless of age and social status moving from one phase of the "likes - dislikes" in phase "as you think, at the wedding, the bride looks better in white classics, or should I choose something more original?".
And it's not a question but a statement. She thinks you're just waiting for this easier for you, when to send, because she read somewhere or a friend told me she doesn't remember. And you think about how great it was. All of these advances, languid whispers in dark restaurants, romantic night walks, funny gifts. Everything that yesterday was a cute habit, today turns into a commitment. Because in her head, a wedding ring, gifts and friends. And you have a fancy ceremony for show, then the mother-in-law, furnished apartments, children, shopping, family resorts and not hidden in time cant.
And you mumbled something, then how do you expect rapid positive reaction. And there, where they should have erected your "Yes" is now the damn weight, and you from her in different directions.
And whatever you said in the next five minutes, tomorrow, day after tomorrow, this week, next month - all will be feeling "bad aftertaste". When failure is perceived as an insult, and consent - as a forced favor.
Weight already caught up. And very soon will sweep you and your relationship into small chips.
Then begins the ridiculous quibbles spring, summer recrimination will change in the fall of unwarranted conclusions, which will slide into the winter showdown, which is long gone. Most likely it will end in a vulgar scandal. After all, what would the Russian melodramatic show you started watching, always watching "Let them talk".
Our Oksana situation to find out nothing. I think we all know about myself. And the answer to her question "What has changed between us?" seems very simple.
Fear are our only qualitative change. Only it is the fear of loss of time, and I have independence.
I'm afraid that soon all will disappear. Owning your own time and space, no need to report on how much I get back and why leave. Leapfrog noncommittal relationships, sudden partying with friends during the week, daily hangovers, tears and reunification in the name of nothing. In General everything that allows you to somehow reflect and write, it'll be gone. Lost under the layers of daily ritual obligations called family life. Or "dispensation", in the categories of Oksana. I'm afraid that once comfortable world of bourgeois pleasures, who fought with my literary hero, strangle me in her arms, making one of the pot-bellied dads, family resort governors and mayors IKEA. One of those "normal people" that I have all these years abused.