Are we living in a land of confusion? When up is down, right is wrong, good is evil; can we ever get right-side up again? The world is a terrifying place and especially, I imagine, for those who are alone. When you have to fall asleep by yourself, and when you awake there is no one there beside you to kiss you good morning, it must not only be scary but depressing as well, at least to me when I was single. But more on singleness below.
Isn’t that why most people are desperate to find a mate; to not have to go through this life alone? Don’t get me wrong, you needn’t find someone to make yourself content, or happy, but I believe it is a warm fuzzy feeling to have that strength and comfort next to you in bed. Or is it just me?
I like being married. Okay, maybe I wasn’t originally planning on taking this post in this direction but now I feel led to. Maybe you are happy and satisfied with your singleness, and that’s all well and good. Some people enjoy that status. There isn’t any judgment here; just like for those who rather not have children. It’s cool. It’s your choice. It’s the status of being a widow or widower that breaks my heart. I’ve known people who had to live with that; the loneliness, the sadness, the void that the surviving spouse must deal with. All I can say is: Hold on to those beautiful memories and embrace them, cherish them. Don’t ever forget that person you loved so completely. And onto the divorced; some may even feel that you are better off divorced; no chains to bind you, freedom to do whatever you want, go whenever you want. Sometimes, yes, we marry the wrong person. They presented themselves during the dating phase to be something other than what you discovered after marrying them. Perhaps they have some horrible addiction, are abusive, a cheater, or whatever you want to fill in the blank with. And in that case, it is wiser to escape that cage. (Or try counseling, if both parties agree. There is always hope for the person to turn their life around).
But stretching that thought out, I think we all present ourselves differently in the dating phase. Don’t we all love putting our best foot forward, our happy faces on? Normally the person we are dating doesn’t get the opportunity to see us at our worst, do they? We wouldn’t reveal that ugly side of ourselves in fear of running them off; screaming into the night.
Yes, that would be awkward, wouldn’t it? Does this have anything to do with writing, you may ask? Well, not really. Sometimes I just enjoy writing out my thoughts because I love to write. This is my outlet. This is my stress reliever.
And having Asperger’s, sometimes my thoughts get a little jumbled, so please forgive me. It can seem like a rant at times, like a deranged women’s viewpoint. But trust me; I am pretty good at being sane. So here is my post for this week. A little flighty perhaps, but it is also my birthday as well. And I had a desire to write something on marriage and the pluses of the institution. I love being married. It is all about shared experiences; both good and bad. It is about children, if you have any, and the joys and struggles of raising them. It is cold feet, and warm hearts; corny jokes and laughter(even if mine sounds like a mix between snorting and a percolator); and shared hopes and dreams for the future; for you and your spouse.
So with that, I bid you a pleasant weekend, and a very safe and enjoyable Labor Day. Man, I can’t believe summer is technically over with the arrival of Labor Day. Summer always seems to fly on by for me. Well, love to you all, my readers. Until next time; happy writing.