Writing what I write, the topic of relationships comes up often. Almost daily…
We’re fucking frustrated.
What are we doing about it?
For the singles, I’ve invited people out to a singles mixer and while there has been turnout, with an interesting mix of characters, it’s not at all close to the turnout I expected or, for that matter, the one that I promised the venue that graciously donated the space (wipes egg off face).
My expectations? They were based on the feedback I received when I was floating this idea around.
“Oh my god! That’s so needed! Amazing idea! I can’t wait for it to start!”
So, the next time a single person complains to me about not being able to meet people, I’m going to look them in the eye, scream “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”, and then calmly walk away.
For those of you that in relationships, let’s talk about that word. Are you “in” a relationship? Or is it a quasi relationship? It looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and definitely fucks like a duck, but it’s not a duck. If you were asked to define it, you’d call it everything but a damn duck.
When I questioned this approach, I was asked, “why are labels so important?” Okay. Next time you go to a grocery store, imagine everything in a white box. No identifiers. No labels. No expiration dates. What would you buy? Would you not question if what you’re getting out of the meat section is really meat? That the milk hadn’t gone bad? Wouldn’t you want to see whether the vegetables were rotting or not?
Nope. You just gotta take my word for it. It’s food. It’s good. We eat it. Why do we need to label it?
Then, there are some of you who are in relationships and want out. Breakups, divorce, emails to me that begin with, “I’m not sure I want to do this anymore…” I’ve been asked for advice on what words to use in a breakup speech, where and how to cheat (which I don’t condone, but have written about), and even if I would be there when they broke up with the person…to act as a mediator of sorts. So yeah, I get it…some of y’all are desperate to get out.
So get out. Life is too short to be miserable. The other person may not realize it, but they’re miserable too; they just don’t realize you’re the source of it (being miserable is contagious). So, someone needs to be the bigger man/woman and end things…
I guess it’s easy for me to sit here behind my computer and thrown down statements. So I’m going to stop.
What’s the state of relationships, and why?