Friday, August 26

todd stole my pillow and gave it to derek...asshole

had a conversation with some kids at work tonight. this kid, joe, is moving back home because he's doing this apprenticeship program and i guess wants to save up some money by not paying rent or bills or anything. then he said that he'll move back out hopefully within the next couple of months. so i asked him if he would move in with his girlfriend then?

[then we went on a tangent about why he wouldn't move in with her, but that is none of my business to talk about]

so i mentioned how i can't imagine marrying someone without living with them for at least a short while first. i mean, i think that it is important to make sure that the 2 people can live together. so this other girl, jessica, said that makes no sense because marriage is about making a commitment to the person you love and that means cooperating through the stupid arguments that will inevitably come with living together.

i guess i can understand what she's saying, however, i'm not convinced. to me, the commitment of marriage is to love each other, take care of each other, and spend the rest of your lives together. all of that does include learning to live together, but it just seems as though there must already be so much stress involved in the first few months of marriage that wouldn't it be better to be all settled in and comfortable living together before embarking on such a serious, life-altering experience.

i dunno...i used to have the idea that i wouldn't live with my husband before we got married so that it would be a husband/wife thing. something else to look forward to by getting married, you know? but i think that is somewhat of a naive thought...life isn't really meant to be "magical" and like a fairytale. life is real. why should we pretend that we live a storybook life? just hafta be happy with the reality of everything. whatever. i'm tired.


"no i won't cry on the outside, anymore."

1 Comments:

At 12:53 AM, Blogger Jen said...

i would expect to hear something like that from the girl who tried to steal my sunglasses by hiding them under the couch until i forgot about it. you bastards are perfect for each other.

 

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