By popular demand...
I have a brother-in-law. I get a weird creepy feeling just putting that down. My sister married young, partly out of necessity. Not hers, but his. She sacrificed freedom for his citizenship, which I think is pretty noble. I've noticed that they are a great match for each other. Not the perfect couple that never fights and agrees on everything. They are not always kissing and whispering. They fight, sometimes openly, but every time I see them, they are working together. They compliment each other. They seem to fit together in a way that seems to contradict common sense.
They do share backgrounds and culture, which I assume helps the relationship. They both lived in Poland and are not very educated. Not particularly erudite in any one field, but they manage to get by and it looks like they are generally happy making plans, working to save up, trying to make better lives. Sometimes, I find a bit of jealousy in myself. I think that kind of happy partnership would be nice, perhaps more than nice, perhaps it's the best you can hope for in this life. I hope they manage to stay together, I've never seen marriage work. Divorces, death, zombification of one or both parties, either the marriage dies or the people do. Maybe it's not natural, maybe it's the system, I can't really tell. Men in my family don't have mid-life crises, they have mid-life complete psychotic breaks. I've never met Asia's biological father, but the fact he's not around proves that he is not a real winner by any measure. Luke's father seems stable enough, though his parents are divorced. The long-term chances of survival for marriages is enough to make me doubt my ability to do it. I'm not different. They're not. They just put one leg in front of the other and work through not thinking about divorce or death, not thinking about the problems ahead of the immediate ones. I admire that. We're all in a gigantic frozen expanse, marching against an unbelievably strong headwind, destined to drop dead, frozen, and alone, but we still manage to meet others, hold hands and pick each other up when we fall, determined to make sure that this will not be the final time this person, the one you've sworn yourself to, falls. We push forward, against common sense, to try and see more than we've already seen, to meet and make more people to help stride and stumble against the ever-present arctic rush of air. I'm jealous of those people that can ignore the wind, that don't feel the biting cold, that just can't picture their bodies frozen and curled just a few hundred miles ahead.
My sister and I are very different people.
They do share backgrounds and culture, which I assume helps the relationship. They both lived in Poland and are not very educated. Not particularly erudite in any one field, but they manage to get by and it looks like they are generally happy making plans, working to save up, trying to make better lives. Sometimes, I find a bit of jealousy in myself. I think that kind of happy partnership would be nice, perhaps more than nice, perhaps it's the best you can hope for in this life. I hope they manage to stay together, I've never seen marriage work. Divorces, death, zombification of one or both parties, either the marriage dies or the people do. Maybe it's not natural, maybe it's the system, I can't really tell. Men in my family don't have mid-life crises, they have mid-life complete psychotic breaks. I've never met Asia's biological father, but the fact he's not around proves that he is not a real winner by any measure. Luke's father seems stable enough, though his parents are divorced. The long-term chances of survival for marriages is enough to make me doubt my ability to do it. I'm not different. They're not. They just put one leg in front of the other and work through not thinking about divorce or death, not thinking about the problems ahead of the immediate ones. I admire that. We're all in a gigantic frozen expanse, marching against an unbelievably strong headwind, destined to drop dead, frozen, and alone, but we still manage to meet others, hold hands and pick each other up when we fall, determined to make sure that this will not be the final time this person, the one you've sworn yourself to, falls. We push forward, against common sense, to try and see more than we've already seen, to meet and make more people to help stride and stumble against the ever-present arctic rush of air. I'm jealous of those people that can ignore the wind, that don't feel the biting cold, that just can't picture their bodies frozen and curled just a few hundred miles ahead.
My sister and I are very different people.