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This doesn't apply to me directly... I'm still on marriage 1-divorce 1... but I'll chime in anyway (of course):
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I see that the frequency of something is often directly related to its value. The more you do something, the less it matters.
It wouldn't be patently false to suggest that a carpenter gains less satisfaction from his work than a woodworking hobbyist.
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Marriage, if treated as if it is as disposable as some truck stop condom, has little meaning. It's a game.
You commit, you break up, you commit again. These are just grand symbols used to prop up a fragile whim.
You want the commitment or to be the center of attention or ya like the dress up and cake. Reality? What reality?
Sometimes you're a flighty bitch that suckers a guy in... you're thinking a year down the road, he's thinking fifty.
The ceremony and the metallic metacarpal fashion accessory don't do, make, or mean a god-damn thing, people.
Just a jaded neophyte. It'll be a long time before I get married again. I would like a fixed traveling companion. A wife.
But you can bet your ass the next one will have a prenup thicker than a law text and I "won't get fooled again."
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I sometimes fantasize about being married, about finding that special someone who drives me nuts in a manner I can endure.
Tell myself that I'll give it time, test the person, and use what I've learned from previous Hindenburgs to get something afloat.
A lot of fear, a lot of doubt and worry. Anybody lacking these feelings is probably foolhardy enough to race into their next divorce.
I think in subsequent relationships (or marriages, in this case) there is less romantic bullshit and more down-to-business discussion.
You become a shrewd businessperson of the heart. It's hard and fast... ruthless dealings. You're impatient and less lenient.
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Marriage: Modern society is full of whiny quitters.
We need more marriages like that Rick Astley song.
Last edited by Plan9; 09-27-2009 at 09:46 PM..
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