| | ...and the next thing I knew I was eating pizza in my room alone. Happy Valentine's Day.
Funny story; an Indian man walked into a whorehouse and found his wife working there as a call girl. They're divorcing. That's a true story. I laughed my ass off when I first read it, but then I started thinking; what if that's wrong with relationships? For so long I had decided that what was wrong with relationships was the fact that men and women are clearly not meant to live together. Yes, the usual suspects hand out all the usual pithy statements; things like, "Men and women compliment each other," and "Working through differences is what life's all about." But I notice these people are almost uniformly unhappy, which I find ironic. And those few that are happy tend to be single. Honestly, and I think most people would agree with me if you forced them to it, women are meant to live with other women, and men are meant to live alone. The only point of a relationship, if it can be called a point, is reproduction; given the great advances in science recently, that may soon become entirely unnecessary as well. But this humorous little incident made me rethink my entire premise on exactly why men and women aren't meant to live together, and I'm almost to the point of changing it entirely. Men and women have much in difference, it's true, but what really drives them apart, I'm starting to think, is the things they hold in common. Which, practically speaking, is only one thing; their horniness. Men and women aren't meant to be in a relationship, not because they're emotionally and mentally incompatible (at least, not just because of that), but because they're each genetically inclined to sleep with as many people as possible. Yes, I know the many points against that; the family as a social unit proves that wrong, and has been around for thousands of years, and women at least certainly have proven historically to tend more towards loyalty, et-cetera, et-cetera, and so forth. But take a look at humanity now; the divorce rate in this country, which I take to be fairly representative of people of all walks of life and most backgrounds, is fifty percent. The rate gets even higher when you get to second- and third-marriages. And you'll have a hard time convincing me that all those excuses of "incompatibility" don't just mean "doesn't shag well or enough." Freud was right. The primary motivator for everything people do is sex, one way or the other. And because that's still the prime motivator once people get into relationships, the moment the "spark" blinks out, so does the relationship. Culture, religion, they can mitigate this, but at their core people are selfish bastards only interested in their own sexual gratification. Or perhaps that's unselfish, depending on how you think of it; it takes (at least) two to tango, after all.
So I thought that, then I spent the rest of the night (Valentine's Day night, of course; only appropriate) with my girlfriend, a girl I'm pretty sure I really care about, who makes me laugh, and whom I certainly hope I'm never disloyal to.
And you can go back to the start of this little story to see how that last paragraph ended.
Ironic? Perhaps. But not as much as that Indian guy's story. |
| | Posted 2/15/2008 1:33 AM - 4 comments
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