I second izumi on the what you need vs what you want thing. I'm not sure my mother, a scientist with a phD, would have expected to end up with a musician who didn't do any schooling past high school. On the surface my mother and father are very different people. My mother is more mecurial, less assertive and more of an A type personality than my father. On top of that when they first met it was going to be a one night stand and it has lasted over 25 years!
I don't think any of us really know what we need before we find it. It is all very well to see things a particular way when it's all hypothetical but doesn't really mean a whole lot because both the stimuli and your reaction to it are just your imagination. I'm sort of labouring the point here aren't I?
Just go with the flow. If you end up dying old and alone what the big deal, we're all essentially alone in the universe anyway and the whole lovey dovey 2 becomes 1 crap is just our human denile kicking in. Buy a dozen cats or so, that way they'll eat the corpse before the apartment starts to smell. Kidding kidding, well partly anyway. I did enjoy writing that though, I rarely show my cynisism.
Just be happy and everything else will follow on. As my maternal grandfather would say "Love is like butterfly, you chase it and it flies away from you, you ignore it and it will come and land on your shoulder" (for some reason I alway imagine that being said in an outrageously fake french accent - despite the fact he was Australian).
Oh shit I've written a novel! I do hope it makes sense 'cause I can't be fucked to edit it.
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I don't think any of us really know what we need before we find it. It is all very well to see things a particular way when it's all hypothetical but doesn't really mean a whole lot because both the stimuli and your reaction to it are just your imagination. I'm sort of labouring the point here aren't I?
Just go with the flow. If you end up dying old and alone what the big deal, we're all essentially alone in the universe anyway and the whole lovey dovey 2 becomes 1 crap is just our human denile kicking in. Buy a dozen cats or so, that way they'll eat the corpse before the apartment starts to smell. Kidding kidding, well partly anyway. I did enjoy writing that though, I rarely show my cynisism.
Just be happy and everything else will follow on. As my maternal grandfather would say "Love is like butterfly, you chase it and it flies away from you, you ignore it and it will come and land on your shoulder" (for some reason I alway imagine that being said in an outrageously fake french accent - despite the fact he was Australian).
Oh shit I've written a novel! I do hope it makes sense 'cause I can't be fucked to edit it.