Posted on 2012.12.03 at 15:26
Nowadays, I've been hearing a lot of people complaining. And dude, I know where you are coming from. I'm in the same situation as you are. But don't begin to blame the world around you, cause I'm in the same world, and I am doing those same things. But the difference is, when I fail, I don't place it on everyone else. I acknowledge my failure and I pick myself up from it. I've put my heart and soul into what I'm doing, I've given it everything I have because that's how much I want it. And by god, you better not get my job when we graduate, because I know that you don't truly deserve it.
You didn't work for it like I did.
Posted on 2012.01.05 at 21:45
I don't feel like the same person anymore.
Somewhere between then and now, I've learned to stop caring. Maybe I'm a bit better for it. I have to many others things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry, so to speak.
And maybe I'm not supposed to experience those fireworks that everyone goes on about. God, I hope not.
Posted on 2012.01.05 at 21:43
There are a lot of romantic stories here. I'm not a romantic man. But what the hell, I'll share.
I started seeing my wife more or less on a lark. I was 24 at the time, had been in a 'serious' relationship not too long prior and didn't really want much of anything. Honestly I didn't even have that much of a crush on her -- she was fun and silly and cute, and she made me laugh. That was good enough for a date or two, maybe a few weeks of fun, and that was about as far as I was willing to commit to anything. She would've been the fourth in a string, and I was kind of digging that bachelor setup I had going. Tiny little pad, just me and the cat, quiet nights alone or out at the bar flirting with all the pretty ladies. You get the picture.
So I took her out on a date. I have to stress that I really wasn't that invested; there was no spark, no butterflies in the stomach. I was not, as one young lady memorably put it, twitterpated. I did my usual suave thing where I told her I'd call and tell her when to expect me to pick her up on Saturday. We went to see some godawful movie because I couldn't be bothered to put more effort into it.
In short I was, and am, an asshole. Unbeknownst to me she had decided to make me her asshole. I never stood a chance.
After the movie, I invited her back to my place. Pretty transparent, I know, but bold moves had been working for me and she agreed. Back we go and things are getting pretty hot and heavy. That's when she decides to stop me and drop the bombshell -- at 22 she was a virgin. Oh.
So no action that night. Decision time for Mr. Mars: do I go my merry way in search of lower hanging fruit, or do I stick with this one for the long hunt?
It turns out that not only am I an asshole, but I'm also quite stubborn. Sticking it out was the order of the day.
I can recall the night of that first date, but much of the time in between seems rather hazy. We got comfortable with each other. She dug my sense of humour, and my cooking. We liked to watch old Charlie Chaplin films together -- a favourite to this day is The Kid. Eventually moving in together just kind of made sense. At no point during this entire process did I ever feel that spark. I was never infatuated, but things just kind of grew. Eventually we became inseparable best friends. We fight sometimes, like any couple does. But we're honest with each other, and we're committed to one another's goals.
Here's the thing, though. It took me a long time to realize I was actually in love with her, because there was never that infatuation. It wasn't a story book romance, it wasn't the prince and the princess living happily ever after. It sure as hell wasn't love at first sight. I always kind of had one foot in and one foot out, if you can dig that.
But time passes and you get comfortable. Life has it's own inertia, I've found, and sometimes it's easier to just keep going along with something than it is to try to change it. She was still digging my jokes, and my cooking. And it was awfully nice to have a warm body in bed at night. So we just kept rolling like that. Eventually I got a job opportunity. It required me to relocate and was a bit of a risk. I'd been offered a temporary contract with the potential of a permanent position when it ended. It was in my field, I was unemployed and it paid very well. There was no way I could not take this job. She followed me, of course.
We packed our things and moved from the small town to the big city. That was quite an adjustment, but we got by. She got herself a job, working evening shifts. One night, she was late getting home. Over an hour late, in fact, in a big, still slightly strange city, after midnight. I couldn't sit down for panic, and when she called me to tell me that her train had been delayed the relief left me weak in the knees.
I'm not a nervous sort normally, and that's how I knew. It had snuck up on me; it hadn't come all at once in a flash. There had been no choir, no ray of light, no revelation from on high. All the same, I was truly, deeply in love with this woman. I couldn't imagine my life without her.
I'm not a fan of marriage, as a concept. I'm not religious, and I think the whole thing is outdated and does not reflect the current social norms. It's the appendix of modern western society; once essential to survival, now just a useless extra that causes more harm than good. Needless to say, I didn't see it in my future. The snag, of course, was that she did. It was a semi-joking source of contention for us throughout our relationship. One day I made a quip, and she told me in an almost off-hand way that she'd already given up on ever marrying me; she'd weighed life with me against her dream of marriage, and decided that I was more important. Of course, at that point I knew I had to marry her. For all the younger men of Reddit I will tell you this: there may be more attractive women, there may be more exciting women. But the woman who decides to stick by your side no matter what, even when it gets in the way of her own desires, the one who laughs with you, the one who loves you even when you're gassy, or when you're sick and haven't showered in 3 days -- that's the woman you should marry.
We've discussed it, and I think we're the closest to engaged we're going to get. She doesn't have a ring, but the plans have been made. They're mutually satisfactory; we'll have a small ceremony at city hall, no big expenses or crowds. Immediate family will be in attendance, and we'll be married by a JP. Afterwards we'll have a party, likely in my mother's garden as we don't have a lot of space here in the city. It's not going to be expensive, but she's not a princess and is honestly happier with that. As for me, if I'm going to do it, that's the way I want it done.
We're not a traditional couple. There aren't any roses or dances or gushing displays of affection. But we're happy, and we're the best of friends. The affection I feel for her isn't the burning lust that I thought love was; it's something that is at once quieter and stronger than that. Stronger than I ever thought possible.
Like I said, I'm not a romantic man. But this is our story, and I kind of like it. If you've actually made it all the way to the end, then I can only hope that you have too.
Posted on 2011.08.23 at 22:59
The only true currency in this world is what you share with someone when you're uncool.
Good looking people have no spine. Their art will never last.
Did you hear that?! One day I will look down on this world and laugh, knowingly.
Posted on 2011.08.23 at 22:20
And if you need to ask what it is, then clearly, you don't know me very well.
BTW, Venice Beach is where it's at.
Posted on 2011.06.04 at 20:19
Why was she good enough for him, but not me?
Posted on 2011.05.14 at 23:05
I was about to say that I missed someone....only to realize that i don't have anyone to miss.
It's like missing the feeling to miss.
Posted on 2011.04.05 at 22:24
Oh God, I really miss you.
I just had a man refuse to have sex with me. Not that I really wanted to have sex with him. But it's the fact of the matter. It's been said outloud now.
I can't do anything right. And she says "we're going under."
Posted on 2011.03.05 at 21:19
Why does this have to be so difficult?
How can something that feels so easy, be so god-damned hard?
Posted on 2011.02.23 at 21:59
Mid winter's eve, mid week in October.
Saw a church yard, green star-dust blowin' all over,
and it snowed all over the city.
Amsterdam's fog's so pretty
And it snowed, all over the city.
We were so warm, inside.
Though she's sure she had nothing to hide
By the window, by the bed,
there was something said and the morning was coming so,
With her orchard breath in bloom.
She's coming so soon.
Ah, I, I was standing there,
at the top of the stairs.
It didn't feel cold.
and how should I know we were going nowhere.
When we said good-bye,
I saw some look in your eye
which was known like the skies
for being so innocence.
And walking away without turning around
I'm struggling to make it all seem so profound.
I must have been lost around the time that I found you.