Wholesome or nothing

"So, are you coming to the party with your better half?" The guy asks me at work, while he is pouring coffee for himself. "Better half"I thought to myself. Are our love partners really our better halves? Do we believe in this urban mythology, that we are species in halves and need to be completed thus we look for our other halves? I don't. I never looked out there for any body to complete me. I like myself the way I am: not complete. I don't want to be complete. If I am complete, I am finished, unbearably tedious, unquestionably boring. I believe that "I" can join a "you" and many other things in this life, like trying to make sense of an "us" at its best. I never sought more than this in any relationship. To me a healthy modern relationship is the one with a little bit of compromising and a lot of independence. A little bit of compromising to sort out the differences, to reach tolerance, and a lot of independence to avoid a master/slave bond.

"I will be coming in a full status (as oppose to two halves, a better one and a regular one) accompanied by a "fine one", who I adore a lot, because she's the greatest one." I said to him while walking to my desk and thinking about the "fine one".