Home Sweet Home
So i've been thinking...
The person you marry should feel like home.
You hear it referenced in movies all of the time [Zach braff did it twice in Garden State.]
Naturally, this makes sense. You walk around naked, fart, cut your toe-nails in that really strange way that even your mother would shy away from... all in front of this person. this new 'home.'
It's no wonder people marry people that are so simliar to themselves.
How many times have you seen those couples that look eerily like brother and sister?
Of course you have complete opposites, 'because opposites attract,' but i can bet you that even though they dissimilate vastly on their appearance, interests and hobbies... their mom/dad's are fairly similar and/or they grew up in the same sort of environment.
And then you have the military brats.
They move all over... do they move from relationship to relationship in the same fashion?
Or are they opposite and get stubborn... sticking to that relationship because they don't want to leave their new found security or best friend?
Do you feel 'at home' when you think of home? or do you feel... disheveled, akward, wanting to escape?
how did you grow up? how did your parents raise you? if you do feel akward... have you really ever experience feeling 'at home?'
I guess the answer lies in the definition ofhome:
1. A place where one lives; a residence.
2. An environment offering security and happiness.
3. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.
Wouldn't this mean that if someone ends up getting together with a wife-abusing dipshit, or someone that constantly barades them for being who they are or what they do... and they great up in an abusive home...wouldn't this be home to them?
If security and happiness were never promoted... then how are those people supposed to find someone that's good for them? By relying on the morals and situations that were developed andpromoted at such an early age?
Based on def. 3, yeah... but security and happiness (2)? I don't think i'd feel so great about it.
Then again, i started my life with a deushbag dad who left my entire family at a young age. I learned early that this behavior was not acceptable.
I don't doubt that finding a nice, stable home for myself has been somewhat more difficult because of this...
but i also don't doubt that the reinforcement of a great step-dad and a strong mother somehow made the playing field a little more fair.
As i'm sure there have been things in your life that have changed up your rules/operations when seeking for a potential longterm partner.
Realizing this when dating makes the whole ordeal a lot less painful, and a little less complicated.
Not that you aren't granted some fun time, but when it's over, and you ask yourself, 'are they home to me?' and you follow up that quesiton with a direct 'no' response, you pretty much have no room to sit and torture yourself about lost love and heartbreak and shit... because they weren't right for you anyway. The only option is to pick up your bags, and move on to the next potentail house.
But if you are just 'playing the field should you be looking for those who represented playmates at recess (no, i'm not talking about child molestation)?
Maybe go check the monkey bars or that oversized truck tire**. I'm sure you'd find some great shit in there.
**how fucked up was it to make us play in those things? ... SERIOUSLY?
The person you marry should feel like home.
You hear it referenced in movies all of the time [Zach braff did it twice in Garden State.]
Naturally, this makes sense. You walk around naked, fart, cut your toe-nails in that really strange way that even your mother would shy away from... all in front of this person. this new 'home.'
It's no wonder people marry people that are so simliar to themselves.
How many times have you seen those couples that look eerily like brother and sister?
Of course you have complete opposites, 'because opposites attract,' but i can bet you that even though they dissimilate vastly on their appearance, interests and hobbies... their mom/dad's are fairly similar and/or they grew up in the same sort of environment.
And then you have the military brats.
They move all over... do they move from relationship to relationship in the same fashion?
Or are they opposite and get stubborn... sticking to that relationship because they don't want to leave their new found security or best friend?
Do you feel 'at home' when you think of home? or do you feel... disheveled, akward, wanting to escape?
how did you grow up? how did your parents raise you? if you do feel akward... have you really ever experience feeling 'at home?'
I guess the answer lies in the definition ofhome:
1. A place where one lives; a residence.
2. An environment offering security and happiness.
3. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.
Wouldn't this mean that if someone ends up getting together with a wife-abusing dipshit, or someone that constantly barades them for being who they are or what they do... and they great up in an abusive home...wouldn't this be home to them?
If security and happiness were never promoted... then how are those people supposed to find someone that's good for them? By relying on the morals and situations that were developed andpromoted at such an early age?
Based on def. 3, yeah... but security and happiness (2)? I don't think i'd feel so great about it.
Then again, i started my life with a deushbag dad who left my entire family at a young age. I learned early that this behavior was not acceptable.
I don't doubt that finding a nice, stable home for myself has been somewhat more difficult because of this...
but i also don't doubt that the reinforcement of a great step-dad and a strong mother somehow made the playing field a little more fair.
As i'm sure there have been things in your life that have changed up your rules/operations when seeking for a potential longterm partner.
Realizing this when dating makes the whole ordeal a lot less painful, and a little less complicated.
Not that you aren't granted some fun time, but when it's over, and you ask yourself, 'are they home to me?' and you follow up that quesiton with a direct 'no' response, you pretty much have no room to sit and torture yourself about lost love and heartbreak and shit... because they weren't right for you anyway. The only option is to pick up your bags, and move on to the next potentail house.
But if you are just 'playing the field should you be looking for those who represented playmates at recess (no, i'm not talking about child molestation)?
Maybe go check the monkey bars or that oversized truck tire**. I'm sure you'd find some great shit in there.
**how fucked up was it to make us play in those things? ... SERIOUSLY?
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