Valentine’s…
Another memo about my failure as an adult. At the warehouse I’m working lots of the package and merch are hearts, plushies, and similar heart shaped stuff, plus some Xmas decorations for some fucking reason…
Is there any way to escape it? I guess not. I probably wouldn’t think too much about it if I was younger but since last week was my bday ready to remind me that I’m getting old… This back to back just crushes me.
In my younger life there was an older man who I spoke with quite a bit, an acquaintance
He spent about 5 years married to his first wife, who died.
He spent the next 30 years in relationships constantly pining over what could have been, never satisfied
Finally he turned 60 and his 4th wife got sick of him and divorced him
He was sad and lonely for 15 years after that, constantly sad about what could have been with his last wife, lost and not understanding why she left.
He’s married again now, at 75, and still talks about his prior wife.
Contentment is not found in relationships, it comes from within, and bubbles up to whatever situation you find yourself in. Don’t fall for the lie that you are a failure without a significant other.
Call me crazy, but I more than understand why someone would have permanent difficulty moving on from having someone closest to you die.
Sure, don’t feel too bad for him though, he did abuse her and his kids
An abusive man who’s constantly fishing for sympathy? Hmm…
Yikes…
I’m tired so to me that sounded like you were acquaintances for 60 years in your younger life, leading me to believe you were an elf or something. Then I remembered that this was real life…
But I am. I’ve never met ANYONE. No kiddie romance, no middle school crush or first girlfriend, no sex life, nothing. That dude is going to die but at least his life had a meaning and fulfilled his purpose. He can complain all he wants, he did his “thing” married, got kids and so on…
I’m zero on that.
Do you desire to have those things or do you want to leave an impact on the world? If you don’t actually desire to have romantic/sexual relationships with other humans that’s fine and no matter how much importance allo people assign them you shouldn’t feel like you need them.
I think you accidentally a huge Freudian slip on your second sentence.
I don’t see it. Even before the correction
Really elegantly said