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Saturday, Apr 11th, 2009 ↓
Is this really what it is?Yes, it really is.
perfect explanation.
I am saving this somewhere
No disrespect to those that find this encouraging. And I am all for encouragement, self-acceptance, and valuing yourself. That said, I am not fond of the idea that girls are like fruit on a tree waiting for the right boy to climb the tree. Nor am I fond of finding your value by comparing yourself to others, and ultimately, putting those peeps down as rotten and easy. Self-acceptance has to come from within, in order to be real and lasting. Not from comparisons to others. And if you find a great match, you don’t need to wait for him/her to come to you.
I think SubjecttoMeg got this pretty much spot on.
Trouble with these kind of analogies is that I am never really sure where I fit in to it… for a long long time I would have identified with the rotten fruit.
On relationships.
And never marry after the age of 32, because realise you are so used to living by yourself it will be hard to live with another for a long long time.
Wow. That’s pretty cold. “Sorry all you people over 32! You’re too old to find happiness in another human being for the remaining 30-60 years of your life!”
I couldnt disagree more with this statement. I dont recommend getting married before age 32. There are exceptions, of course, but not many.
I was 32 and wife was 42 when we married and daughter came along 10 months later. Neither of us had ever lived with a significant other but have both dated extensively. Working on year 10 now, with no cross words and just a couple slammed doors the whole time.
Part of it is, we really, really match up (almost always order the same at restaurants, even) and get along and are really comfortable around each other. It’s easy to love people but you know that “I need my own space” feeling you get around folks, even your lover?; never felt that with my wife. While she does have habits that bug me and I bug her of course, there’s not that low level “others are in my space” feeling. Really makes it easy.
Oh yeah, we decided to get married at the end of our first date, which lasted 3 days. Just seemed the thing to do.
Course, by our ages, we’d pretty much figured out who we were, where we were going and what kind of person would work out with long range plans/life. Having similar goals/values/etc are what make a partnership work. All the love in the world won’t do that for you. Love is the sparkle/attraction/wonderment you see when you watch your other snoring and drooling in their pillow but it does squat for getting you through a morning when you’re all running late and the car won’t start.
Gilmoure and his Missus always make me happy… such a great perspective.
