THREE FUCKING DECADES

January 8, 2025

That was a very dark post, that last one. When I write, often surprising things come out. Sometimes I’m more positive than I thought, but a lot of times, I’m very dark. I made myself ponder after that last one, and I have been pondering for several days now.

I’ve been trying to figure out why I’m so down on marriage. I mean, I think it is an absolutely useless institution. And I think, tonight, I figured it out. When I met Jeff, when I took up with Jeff, he had been married for thirty years. Thirty fucking years. THREE FUCKING DECADES. Who does that after thirty years? It makes me sick to think of it.

I guess that was kind of the clincher.

I do, by the way, know some happily married couples. Let me think. One… two… three… four… five… That’s right off the top of my head. OK, I do know a few. So, marriage must not be a total nightmare for everyone. But most of my friends are single by way of divorce, and it was certainly a nightmare for them. That’s one thing, I don’t know anyone who had an amicable divorce. Alas…

OK. So now I’ll go back to freaking out about the military invasion of Greenland and the annexation of Canada and the wildfires in California. And Ukraine. Oh my God, Ukraine.

Lots of misery. Lots and lots.