Hello folks who wonder if sleeping every night is the equivalent of restarting your phone,
Can we talk about the difference being single and being in a relationship?
I want to talk about that dilemma we all go through: being stuck in a kind of grocery store where single people wander the aisles convinced that finding someone to shop with will stop their impulse buys and midnight ice‑cream runs, while couples stand in the checkout line wondering if they should have grabbed the organic premium cookies instead of settling for the generic brand.
In short: singles are sure that finding “the one” will finally fill that gaping void in their soul, while coupled people lie awake at 3 a.m. wondering if they’ve made a terrible mistake and fantasizing about the freedom to eat cereal for dinner without judgment.
No matter which camp you fall into, there are a few things you simply can’t let go of—even if you switch sides. Small nonnegotiables—like honey on pizza, cilantro in your food, rearranging couch cushions into perfect symmetry, or whether the toilet paper hangs over or under—aren’t part of the compromise.
Some quirks are so deeply embedded in your DNA that compromising on them would fundamentally alter who you are.
When I saw a lone beaver at the end of 2020 (read about it here), I thought finding a mate would be tough—this one builds dams everywhere it goes. Here is what the rear view window of that beaver's car looked like in 2020.
Dams are impressive, but bringing that kind of project into a relationship can be challenging: both dam‑building and maintaining a partnership take a lot of work. So I was pleasantly surprised in spring 2025 when I checked on my friend and saw the beaver’s rear window getting a sticker refresh.
And here I saw with its new partner.
They noticed me and became apprehensive. I wondered if they assume all humans are predators — which isn’t true — but these beavers need to be educated and stop enforcing that harmful stereotype which just hurts my feelings.
After the first one slipped into the water, the other followed shortly after.
Once in the water, they came into their element—clumsy on land but graceful when swimming.
They circled closer, studying my face as if preparing to give a description to a police sketch artist and name me the instigator.
It was only after I shouted, "That's a nice coat—you'd look great in a hat on me." They took offense; apparently you can't say anything in this country without someone getting upset.
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