alright, i'm going to try and knock out a "blog" before i have to leave for work. which is in about 3 minutes. so it may be rather stream of concious. but then, they usually are. what i wanted to talk about was marriage. recently the owner of the st. louis rams football team passed away. her name was georgia frontiere (great name!) and she had been married 7 times. what exactly is the point of that? i have only recently begun to see the merits of even being married once. and i might grant that you might have gotten married young, it ended almost as soon as it had began, and then once you grew and matured, you got married again to someone who was really right for you. so that's two. but that's about it. you'd have a hard time convincing me of much beyond that. reallly, what's the point? to have someone that's been married seven times really shoots the notion of "soulmates" to shit, doesn't it? obviously, by nature, you don't have seven soulmates, so who are these people that you're wasting time getting married to?
actually, now that i think about it, the notion of "soulmates" is bullshit anyways. out of 6 billion people on earth, if there was a such thing as "one person out there that's made for you" no one would ever find them. and maybe they don't. maybe the whole idea of love is false? but you hear about people marrying their highschool sweethearts and staying married for 50 years or whatever. are those people soulmates? and if so, what fantastic luck for the both of them, that out of all the people in the world, those two souls got dropped into people who just happened to go to the same highschool! during your life you probably meet what...1000 people? maybe 2000? if you were a celebrity and a total social butterfly, and for arguements sake, say you meet 10,000 people throughout your life. that's still 5,999,990,000 people that you've yet to meet. assuming that roughly half of those people are of the opposite gender that you prefer, you still, at best, have a 1 in ~300,000 chance of meeting the other person who was "meant for you". and yet, we hear about it happening all the time? so what's the deal? are people out there settling? forcing themselves to fall in love with the first person they come across?
or is the whole thing a deluded fantasy? no soulmates, no love, no marriage. just live your life. spend time with the people who make you happy. do your best to treat them how they deserve to be treated. once you manage that, you will be well on your way.
or some shit. who knows. i should think more about this perhaps. but now, as they say, it's time to make the donuts. goodbye dear sucidegirl reader person.
actually, now that i think about it, the notion of "soulmates" is bullshit anyways. out of 6 billion people on earth, if there was a such thing as "one person out there that's made for you" no one would ever find them. and maybe they don't. maybe the whole idea of love is false? but you hear about people marrying their highschool sweethearts and staying married for 50 years or whatever. are those people soulmates? and if so, what fantastic luck for the both of them, that out of all the people in the world, those two souls got dropped into people who just happened to go to the same highschool! during your life you probably meet what...1000 people? maybe 2000? if you were a celebrity and a total social butterfly, and for arguements sake, say you meet 10,000 people throughout your life. that's still 5,999,990,000 people that you've yet to meet. assuming that roughly half of those people are of the opposite gender that you prefer, you still, at best, have a 1 in ~300,000 chance of meeting the other person who was "meant for you". and yet, we hear about it happening all the time? so what's the deal? are people out there settling? forcing themselves to fall in love with the first person they come across?
or is the whole thing a deluded fantasy? no soulmates, no love, no marriage. just live your life. spend time with the people who make you happy. do your best to treat them how they deserve to be treated. once you manage that, you will be well on your way.
or some shit. who knows. i should think more about this perhaps. but now, as they say, it's time to make the donuts. goodbye dear sucidegirl reader person.