Alone
I found out today that a woman who comes to Publix all the time for danishes is a widow. I wasn't really surprised or anything - she's an older woman, but she's been a widow for three years and when she and Nancy were talking about it she said "it's not easy" and her eyes kind of glossed over as she looked past us and then busied herself looking at pastries. I've talked to her quite a few times and she's always very pleasant and content, so I was a little taken aback to see that pain.
I think marriage is dumb. Every time I see an older couple all I can think is that I can't fathom spending the rest of my life with one person. Judging from how much I suck in relationships, I'm pretty sure I would suck at marriage anyway.
I mean what if they cheat? Or just decide they don't love you enough to put up with your shit anymore? Then you've got the hassle and embarrassment of legally ending the marriage. And if you have kids? That's a whole other story.
Besides, even if you do meet someone that you love and want to be with forever, eventually they will die (or you will die, whichever comes first) and you'll be alone again - and probably the old kind of alone, where you live in Florida and all your family lives in Michigan, and the only friends you have are the ones who swim laps and play cribbage at the rec center, but at night you go home alone, and eat alone, and watch Murder, She Wrote alone. And then you lay down in your king size bed and sleep. Alone.
I think marriage is dumb. Every time I see an older couple all I can think is that I can't fathom spending the rest of my life with one person. Judging from how much I suck in relationships, I'm pretty sure I would suck at marriage anyway.
I mean what if they cheat? Or just decide they don't love you enough to put up with your shit anymore? Then you've got the hassle and embarrassment of legally ending the marriage. And if you have kids? That's a whole other story.
Besides, even if you do meet someone that you love and want to be with forever, eventually they will die (or you will die, whichever comes first) and you'll be alone again - and probably the old kind of alone, where you live in Florida and all your family lives in Michigan, and the only friends you have are the ones who swim laps and play cribbage at the rec center, but at night you go home alone, and eat alone, and watch Murder, She Wrote alone. And then you lay down in your king size bed and sleep. Alone.