No, what you just invented is “Co-Dependent”
The Geefle and the Gonk, two very unimaginative 1971 muppets from the planet of Snoo.
I find it tolerable up until the 1:00 mark when I want to reach in and smack the Geefle. It’s not like the dude can’t drop things worth shit, he never even tries. Then about 1:50 things get even more interesting. Sesame Street! It’s no wonder I’m warped.
Also, on my way home from my level two first aid class tonight, for the very first and quite possibly last time in my life, I picked up a hitchiker. In my defense, I thought it was a woman. For some reason the toque and scarf looked like a toque and pigtails to me. (People with pigtails are harmless. Everyone knows this.) Then after he got in and buckled up he started in with a 20 questions thing I was unprepared for yet is apparently de rigueur so as to allay fears that the hitcher is an axe murderer (this almost worked). But the questions he was asking! I had just met him and the internet doesn’t even know some of these things about me. He said his name was Dave and he asked me how my day was (good) so I asked him how his day was, and he said he’d done some painting and then gone to a talk about the Gaza conflict (there was some interesting discourse) and then he asked me what I did, and I said, “I’m an accountant” in that special way I bring to the profession and then he said “That’s interesting” and God did not smite him. Though he probably really wanted to. Dave asked me again about my day and having been given a good example I went into it in a bit more detail. (“Well Dave, I did my work, which I think I mentioned is accounting, and then I went to a first aid course, and now I’m driving home. Alone. And mildly terrified. To someone burly.”) We talked about the snow conditions on the mountains and where we were from. I was born where he went to art school, though he’s from South Africa and I’m from Calgary. “There Is No Parade” came up on my winter mix CD, he directed me to a safe place to stop (very considerate axe murderer) and referred to me as his angel as he got out of the car. Then I was seriously giddy for a frightening amount of time. Possibly right up until now.