I’m curious to meet the person that said we had to settle down into a semblance of normalcy in life and have a wife and kids. I don’t even know what I’d tell him, but I’d want to know why he thought that was what we were supposed to do. The more I think about the way I’m supposed to end up as opposed to the way I’ll most likely end up, I can’t help but to feel a bit discombobulated. It’s as though there is one recipe to follow, and one false ingredient turns to whole dish awry. I wonder what this man was thinking, because he was obviously wrong, the poor guy.
With most marriages doomed before they begin, the subsequent offspring that follow (or precede) are brought into a broken record of a world; one that keeps skipping on the song that should be the kind that plays at a movie's happy ending, but sadly isn’t. Instead we’re left with shattered lives, estranged spouses, and children that are torn between love and hate, and its true place in their life. The concept of family is deteriorating by the day, and yet this man told us all to follow these steps and all would be right. Well we’re moving farther from right each second, existing in the wrong, and I can’t help but to shy away from this whole mess. I’m not listening to this great prophet of old, because I’ve no desire to be the ticking time bomb that everyone seems to be; bursting to smithereens a life that was supposed to be beautiful bliss, and instead is the smoldering embers of a burnt soul existence.
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