the good stuff, or something
I have been thinking a lot lately about relationships, what defines
them, and what makes good ones, and I have come to a few comfortable
places in my head I had no ability to previous to actually putting
effort into it.
A friend today asked me what I thought about marriage, and I am
slightly torn on the subject. Though I do understand it in ways that
most people do not, it is still strange for me to picture signing the
dotted line with someone for a time period supposed to be signifying
“forever.” I mean what is forever? I am getting to the age not
where I feel like I need to be settled down into a “life”, but at a
level where I am sick of dealing with the average bull that getting
into these situations entails: the dating, the figuring it out, the
sifting through the dull rocks. It’s almost too deliberate to really
consider on an empty stomach. It kind of makes me nauseous, the whole
process.
