I realised my love language today. All of a sudden, when I was washing dishes after dinner.
My top tier love language is quality time. For example with my parents.
Second tier is words. For example my brothers. They squirm a little when I spend extended amount of time with them alone. Words are cringe-y to them too, but at least they are fast, or silent (text). They struggle in my clutch until their cheeks are dusted with some positive stardust from the words, and I let them go, and they run away.
Third tier sounds terrible so let's just say last but not least. Gifts. Gifts require the least amount of effort and time, and this can be easily masked as long as you are willing to spend enough. This is ironic coming from a cheapskate like me. But it is true, beware when I stop sending long birthday messages, and instead give you nice gifts.
Spending time with most people generally feels like work. I wonder if there is only ever a handful of people in each season of your life you can lounge on couch and roll around the carpet in the presence of and not feel conscious of wasting their time?
So it might sound arrogant but if you were to enter my life as one of these people, I have to ask: what are you offering in exchange for the discomfort of initiating you into this category? Are you blood, a crush or a sheep? Justify why I should spend time, money and effort, sitting at a cafe strewn with glorious sunshine smiling at you.
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