This is such a typical conversation I would have with my therapist, that I actually emailed her this comic strip.

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My grandmother and I were talking about something inconsequential a few days ago. She was belaboring the fact that I was so picky in my choice of men. (What does the woman want me to do? Sleep around? Jeez!)

Me: Sorry. I guess I am my mother’s daughter. It takes us a while to like someone and once we do, we like them for good.

Grandma: I know you’re just like your mother. Your problem, just like your mother’s, is that you’re too smart. If you weren’t, anyone would do. But no, you’re both too smart for your own good, and picky, so goddamn picky!

Me: … O.0

The sky already fell. I already fell in love. Now all I need is for hell to freeze over, and then maybe, just maybe, my wish will come true.