Complicated

A recent conversation with a dear friend. Heavily edited for brevity because I’m tired and just finished doing some free-lance work. So there.

G: You’re complicated.

Me: How am I complicated?

G: People who’re UNcomplicated will get born, go to school, go to college, go to university, get a job and get married. You’re not like that.

M: Is that wrong?

G: No, I’m also like that.

M: (Hmmmmm…)