I've been doing a fair bit of self-assessment, collecting things in my head to take to my first counseling appointment. One thing that keeps repeating itself is a love of newness. I love traveling to places I've never been, meeting and getting to know new people (too much, it seems), listening to new music, eating new cuisines, feeling new feeling, thinking new thoughts. Conversely, repetition and routine equate to boredom, stasis, perpetual living death. I honestly cannot tell you how many different jobs I've held since I started working. College took me seven years to complete; it seemed every year I changed majors, starting with astrophysics and ending in theatre (and changed disciplines three times within the theatre).
But there are some things that I keep. I have a few friends I've managed to keep over 25 years. Well, one. A couple that have made it over a decade. My wife, despite recent events, is someone I plan to have in my life when we're old and gray and sitting on a porch swing, embarrassing our kids and sharing mischievous looks. We have a date.
This hatred of routine and love of the new is, I worry, at odds with what's necessary to make a long term relationship work. Anyone else have the same issues?