"I just really thought I'd have a threesome before I turned thirty," it finally burst out of him. She started crying. First slowly, soon in hysteric shrieks. "I'm sorry honey, I know its-" "m-me too!" she snorted. Then they broke up and neither of them ever found happiness
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Just a minute, can't find my keys
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Wrong pants, I am a fool. I can only put it simply because I am hungry and tired
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Women are alien, yes? They are, existentially, deeply other. That is the allure in part. But today, when marriage is a ten-year arrangement, and everyone still mouthes the "til death do us part", a mind doomed to pattern recognition, like a monkey's, cannot sustain such a belief
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It is thus impossible to believe in marriage while not being insane. You simply, logically can not. The numbers are screaming you in the face, and the ritual you see people still partake in is dead. It's the same reason men spend 10.000 dollars on an engagement ring
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Because, fundamentally, the trust is gone. How could you trust this Great Other now?
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On a personal level, you might be more or less suited for mutual trust than your fellow man, but the mean? The mass of monkeys going about their lives? They cannot. Unless they are insane or have brain damage
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There is only affection left on relationships, love is dead and buried. Marriage itself has been coopted by the state and become a business arrangement, and I say that clinically
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And left in all this insecurity and loneliness, being taught from childhood to be gentle to women, revere chivalry *in secret* so that you don't hurt anyone's political feelings by being truthful about how they *still expect you to treat them*, and worse yet - meeting a woman
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