Welcome. I'm beginning a new essay series called "Serious Corner," where i'm going to discuss more grown-up topics than in recent history. To begin i'd like to mention that i'm wearing a new pair of pre-worn jeans, which are incredibly comfortable and handsome. What does this truly say about our society? Perhaps, fundamentally, that we would prefer the result without the labor. Get me on that wagon.
It's a red letter day and i'm an amalgal failue. I'm feeling oracular to the theories of love and conception. It takes parents to have children and children to make parents. It takes connection to bring two people together and commitment to consummate marriage. Love and/or an accident can play major roles in unity. It's okay if mommy yells a little and has a habit of burning things in the oven. And, it's okay if daddy takes off, drinks a little too much, and leaves the toilet seat up. But, if there's too many undesirable items on each person's list, chances are likely the relationship won't survive.
I find that it's terribly easy to love someone that loves you. I'm speaking regardless of whether that love is tinged with pity or egomaniacism, as often the case. I'm also being inconclusive about the probability of relationship deterioration due to one-sided madness in love affairs.
Essentially, everyone is on a quest for a healthy habit of love. This is an ecumenical law. To counter what i said earlier, it's also fairly easy to love someone that doesn't love you... but that's not the point. We're talking about 100% possibilities for the one swooning your way. And i'm speaking of "love" in the sense of caring and consideration (The Big C's), not of passion, jealousy or infatuation. Due to our quest's completion in finding another, future recondite issues may be temporarily overlooked. One may quickly see that their chosen partner makes for an unsound pairing, yet it's difficult to sever ties notwithstanding.
I believe that we will fight for a crummy love. We will try again and again and again. We will wound all those present. On the fortieth revelation of incompatibility we will leave our partner. And then begin anew...
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J-Man. Where are You?
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