The Hard Road

Let me tell you about the Professor. We all agree that anything worth doing is going to be hard to do. No pain, no gain, right? After a long time spent looking for the right human, in bars, in cars, on buses, up and down dale, journeying through rents in the very fabric of spacetime, I have finally found her. It took a long time, and she is Baby Bear's porridge.

"Now how can you be sure?", I hear you say, "You are naive, love is fleeting, things change, your hubris leads ineluctably to nemesis!", you expound. Thank you very much, I'm not taking that from you overeducated naysayers. Go away and predict the heat death of the Universe. Bad philosopher. No biscuit!

Harrumph. Well, to continue. With the Professor, although I said that my search is finished, I have no sense of finality, of ending. Deploy your sick bags now, please. I feel, instead, that my journey is finally beginning. When I think of the Brainy One, I think of possibility, of change, that a problem shared is a problem halved, of someone to watch my back. More roads open, and none are closed. Okay? Now wipe your mouth and listen to the rest of it.

The difference is, that this is not the dizzy, out-of-control, moonstruck passion that we all remember with varying degrees of nostalgia. No. We just help each other out, become better people, and make other people happier. No drama, just competent life judo. It was tough getting here, and we're tougher! It also helps that we can chatter away to each other until the cows come home. Almost a year on, I can't think of anything I'd rather do than hang with the Professor. It's just too much damn fun.