she-devil

[with all due respect, i strongly suggest JGOOSE & MERILLON not read today's entry of the misanthropist. it's not for you. please go away.]

because i feel i can no longer talk openly about my own troubles on my own fucking blog, let me offer my symapthies to the mysteriously named MeowKing and his current spate of worries. divorce is difficult enough as it is without it becoming the messy sort. you grow to love and trust someone. you let them into your home. you cook them nice meals. you share your hopes and dreams. you expose your vulnerabilities. and then... EL BLAMMO!

wake up, it's time to die!

maybe marriage is an outdated institution with warped implications that is just falling apart at the seams faster than it can be stitched back together. i've fought hard not to be one of those guys who goes through a bad breakup and suddenly finds fault in everyone else's relationships, and i'm not really talking about loving relationships. i'm talking about an institution. sure, there are plenty of people with "successful" marriages, but they just seem to be the rarer exceptions. the anomalies.

i'd like to reinforce the fact that this isn't directed at any of my friends who are about to make this commitment. and if you happen to be one of these friends and are still reading this, i implore you to stop right now and read some of the funny comic strips on this page.

the thing of it is, it seems to me that the best way to doom a relationship is to get married. it's like some sort of fucking hex. and some people manage to dispel the hex, but it's some strong fucking voodoo, and it can bring out the worst in people. and you might think you've already seen the worst, but there's plenty more where that came from -- and from places you never knew existed -- and it's toxic and it's volatile and it glows in the dark. there's just too much tied up in the deep-rooted psychology of the institution, and it can really do a number on someone. if not you, then your partner. if not now, then tomorrow. or the day after tomorrow. or three years from now. or tonight, at 8 o'clock.

but if you're one of the rare unicorn people that can dispel the hex, then more power to you. maybe you can teach me your magic. i'll be drinking at the MeowkPit this evening.