Opposites attract

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/ˈskɛptɪk/ Pronunciation [skep-tik] –noun
1. a person who questions the validity or authenticity of something purporting to be factual.
2. a person who maintains a doubting attitude, as toward values, plans, statements, or the character of others.

Antonyms:. believer.

I am the skeptic.

Being skeptical comes easily for me. I'm a worrier. A planner. Not sure why.

Being married to Chris, I have learned to live life on the edge of my seat; everything always working out. Last minute. Very, very, very last minute. I'm a worrier. I'm a planner. A skeptical, boring, wanting-to-know-what-the-future-holds party pooper.

Chris? He is a liver. With a heart. Ok, sorry about the anatomy relation there... But, he is a real life, breathing, smiling, laughing, loving, LIVE-r. He loves to live. And that keeps me rolling right along. Always next to him. With sweaty palms. He's smiling. I'm sweating. Out of breathe. Or holding my breath? Can't figure out which, yet.

Sometimes I try to run ahead of him, to scope out things. I want to know what path is the right one we should take. I want to know where it goes, where it's really heading, where we will "end up". Chris humors me, and lets me run a head. Eventually, I get tired. When this happens, he kindly scoops me up and tells me to hold on to the ride; for he knows where we are going. And oh what a beautiful ride it's been.

He is the opposite of a skeptic. He is the believer.

Chris takes the GRE tomorrow. I'm actually not worried about him taking it all. He has been studying really well. Thanks to Kaplan, our bank account knows it, too. I know his hard work will pay off. Once this beast is out of the way, all of his grad school applications will be complete. He will officially be one step closer to a PhD in Kinesiology, emphasizing in Biomechanics and Exercise Physiology.

And that my friends is our plan. Where it takes us, where we end up, we don't know. Chris hasn't let me run that far ahead, yet.

Chris and I always have our best conversations of the day when we are laying down in bed at the end of the day, half awake. As Chris was talking about some friends going to medical school, I snickered, "Oh how fun for them. At least they know they will have a job." Then when the subject moved on to some other friends in Optometry school, I threw in another jab, "Oh how fun for them. At least they know they will have a job."

Then Chris rolled over to face me and said, "Ah come on. Where's the fun in that? No one cares about health and eyes... Everyone cares about sports and politics..." then rolled back over chuckling to his response. PS Chris is an Exercise and Sports Science major. Psychology minor.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

"Really?"

"Really."

I am the skeptic. He is the believer.

I'm just enjoying the scenery.