"...It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." (St. Augustine, Captain Corelli's Mandolin).
Hahahahahahaha....well that sucks. For romantic love anyways. No wonder make-up sex is so popular. Gotta get that passion back in there somehow. Jesus.
I know that this is going to offend a lot of people...but considering the fact that I seriously doubt that a lot of people read this, and because I A) just gave you a ***DISCLAIMER*** and B) don't really give a damn, so I'm going to write it anyways.
I never realized how hick I was. I come from a town, which though quaint (and honestly, filled with a lot of good [though Tra-di-tio-nal] down-to-earth people <-note the stealthy use of a quote within the quote! ), I never thought my hometown and its residents were, ummm, less sophisticated than the rest of modern America. And yeah, that was a euphemism. My parents, whether they intended this or not, raised a particularly independent and restless young woman. Barely twenty, I have goals for my life, you know those grand plans I haven't quite given up on yet. Graduate studies, travel the world, have my own apartment, earn enough money to pay for my own apartment, get a kitten (O.o), you know- the basics. I guess, I want to experience life as a young twenty-something and find myself in it all somehow.
What are the kids back home doing?
Playing house.
Literally. There are maybe five girls from my hometown I can actually still stand. You think I'm kidding? No fucking way. The rest of them are off in wedding-land, lalala, suffocating me in their constantly updated Facebook statuses highlighting the challenging road that lays ahead; you know 365 days until the wedding, how terrible it is to decide between antique and shell white (IS there even a difference, and for that matter, who the hell cares?!), lace or ruffles, lilies or roses, and how awfully blinding the shine off their engagement ring is (Egats! Do they make strong enough sunglasses?? I swear, the glare sparkling off my diamond is positively distressing). Jesus. I seriously want to throttle these girls. They sound like brainless, soulless clucking hens. Damn, no wonder Jane Austen had so much to write about. I have no respect for these girls- the ones who can think only about marriage after they graduate from highschool; who basically resign themselves to live a life that is less than what they can live. They settle. Refuse to challenge themselves to be more, to be better, to have better. So instead, they distract themselves with lace and roses and heels and marrying themselves off to their "one true love". JESUS. There was a reason Romeo & Juliet was a tragicomedy. Why do you think Elizabeth realized her love for Darcy only after she saw his huge house (totally off topic but...I know it's about wealth, but I'm still playing around with the idea of the house as a metaphor for a much more physical thing...either that or a means of compensation...) And we all know Rose was only in it for the hot and steamy (Leo!) sex. Which by the way, if you're trying to keep it in your pants before marriage only for virtues sake (way to be a prude) then just do it already, idiot. It's not like you're really going to be great at it anyways. Trust me. Besides, I personally think that getting married young is a way for you virtuous Bible-totters to get some, and if you've got that much libido, well then, I guess I'm a little more understanding of your bridezilla fury. Nah, I take that back, you're just a fucking prude. Wank off already.
But back to my point (forgive the ramblings....ahahaha- punny!)- Go LIVE your fucking life BEFORE you settle down. SETTLE DOWN. Do you understand what the FUCK that means??! It literally means to stop motion, and by marrying this early, before you can even hold your liquor, keep a steady job, or live without your parents fiscal support, you are condemning yourself to a stationary life. Lemme tell you something- fuck that shit. I've only got one life to live (epic soap opera music!) and I sure as hell am not fucking it up by condemning myself to a thing before I've gone out and seen the big wide world. I don't know what I want with my life yet, and I'm totally fine with that. No way I'm going to be stuck in my goddamned hometown for the next sixty years. And I'm sure that if one of these airheads read this, that if they overcame their outrage would probably write me off as bitter.
Shockingly, quite the opposite. I've been dating the same crazy kid for three years now. Ring? Hahaha, you've gotta be fucking kidding me. Not until I can afford to hire a wedding planner. Like I want to deal with that shit.
As I'm sure you've noticed, I don't understand the difference between shades of white. Nor do I give a flying fuck in space.
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