What Marriage Looks Like To Me(n)
Once again, I’m falling behind on things at the day job, so I have to prioritize accordingly. That being said, I can’t write one of my usual lengthy posts and instead have to make this one short. Please bare with me as I try to get myself caught up, I promise you all, posts will go back to their regular length soon, and hopefully, I will get my usual substantial number of commenters back. I’m beginning to wonder why y’all are so quiet these days, has it been because everything I write lately has been so on point and impenetrable to outside opinion that you all are just nodding your head in agreement? I’m kidding, because I know that couldn’t be the case, unless it is, in which case, carry on.
Putting business aside, let’s move onto today’s topic, one of my favorites: Marriage.
Of course, I know nothing about this topic from personal experience, only outside observations, so I’m not really qualified to wax poetically on it from an insider’s perspective. But I was having a conversation with a friend of mine who asked me why single and unmarried men look at marriage as some sort of prison sentence or analogous to death. My reply, below.
The men who think of marriage as some sort of prison sentence are kind of exaggerating their point of view. We don’t really see it as prison, because let’s face it, prison sucks. Period. Marriage is more like signing up to be in one of the armed services.
There’s a lot of honor in getting married, but the commitment is huge, and while you don’t lose complete control of your life, you do have to give up a significant chunk of it. Also, let us not forget, just like enlisting in one of the armed services, marriage comes with risks, huge risks. If you’re not careful, it’ll be the end of you.
Now there, does that make marriage sound so bad?