I feel like this captures the essence of why people have relationships with one another. Not just sharing the good and bad times (or the sex), but mostly the hopelessly mundane times that you’ll never remember any one instance from the rest. Alone, they can be crippling boredom, and together they can be the same, but it seems to be easier when you’ve got someone to share it with.
Somebody come put away dinner while I do the dishes and we talk about our days? please and thank you!