How do you view commitment?
Commitment is nice enough for some, I suppose.
As for myself, I think it's highly overrated. You always have someone around, looking over your shoulder. They think they have a say in when you eat, when you sleep, where you can go, when you should be back. I don't need someone telling me what to wear, what food is best for me, what entertainment is appropriate.
Then there's the routine that inevitably follows. Wake, break your fast, read the paper. Bathing, some form of mindless distraction from the boredom, long, meaningful discussions of your feelings. Supper, and maybe some diversion before sleep - reading together, agreeing on a movie to watch, a game for a bit. And then bed, early, for a full night's sleep because they insist that you can't possibly function on less than eight hours of sleep.
Yes, commitment can have its advantages. But the monotony eventually wears on the nerves. That restless feeling that takes hold, claws at you with an edginess that insists you just MUST escape. It always comes down to that.
The worst thing about commitment, though? That's easy. The straightjackets. They do chafe so.
As for myself, I think it's highly overrated. You always have someone around, looking over your shoulder. They think they have a say in when you eat, when you sleep, where you can go, when you should be back. I don't need someone telling me what to wear, what food is best for me, what entertainment is appropriate.
Then there's the routine that inevitably follows. Wake, break your fast, read the paper. Bathing, some form of mindless distraction from the boredom, long, meaningful discussions of your feelings. Supper, and maybe some diversion before sleep - reading together, agreeing on a movie to watch, a game for a bit. And then bed, early, for a full night's sleep because they insist that you can't possibly function on less than eight hours of sleep.
Yes, commitment can have its advantages. But the monotony eventually wears on the nerves. That restless feeling that takes hold, claws at you with an edginess that insists you just MUST escape. It always comes down to that.
The worst thing about commitment, though? That's easy. The straightjackets. They do chafe so.