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Sep 16, 2005 16:39

I love:
 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on wheat bread
iTunes radio (ambient station)
and the clickity click sounds of the keys on the keyboard.

AND

I love that I have come up with a definition for marriage.



My definition of marriage is: Marriage; a multi-dimensional sacred spiritual contract that is a voluntary state of existence in which consistent acts of commitment, servitude, gratitude, respect, acceptance and fidelity are practiced. The degrees to which those few aspects are present in the relationship vary from relationship to relationship. I know that people are often times married to things other than people. For example, people are married to their careers, their hobbies, their friends, their cars, etc.  The deeper component of marriage, which I find extremely more appropriate to define the marriage that can (and should) exist between two people is matrimony.  Matrimony is a multi-dimensional sacred spiritual contract that is a voluntary state of existence in which consistent acts of commitment, servitude, gratitude, respect, acceptance and fidelity are practiced between two people. In this essay I will explain what it means for me to be engaged in matrimony/marriage.

For me marriage can and does exist between two people without a ceremony. It exists without a marriage certificate on file at the county registrars office and without a ring. Marriage is not a wedding, marriage is not a ring, and marriage is not a piece of paper. I have to admit that I was raised with the idea that marriage was these things and up until about six months ago I was sincerely attached to this socially acceptable media cocktail definition of what it means to have a valid marriage. This attachment caused a great deal of confusion and doubt about the validity of my present relationship, and I’m sure that it does in a lot of people’s relationships. If things do not happen on a Hollywood time frame then there must be something horribly wrong with it.

It's for my English essay. I'm not done...I've been struggling with how to start. I initally started with a great story about how when I was 18 my 23 year old boyfriend told me he didn't think we should get married because, although he loved me, he felt it took more than love to make a relationship work. I remembered being appalled at having been lied to by the media....I don't know if that would be more colorful or just be filler. I have to define what it means to me to be married...and I catch myself writing a fairly broad inclusive defintion to point out that what works for me is different from the next person. I'm trying too hard (as usual)
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