First off, let me just say that I don't recommend searching Google images for "train wreck."
I recently came across something equally disturbing on the 'net--an article about why certain relationships fail while others succeed. *Rolls eyes* Why did I read it, you ask? Needing my daily dose of comic relief? Maybe. But mostly because I was feeling messed up and I'm a glutton for punishment, that's why.
The article discusses a study in which couples were observed interacting with each other, discussing the ups and downs of their relationships. Yeah, that sounds like a typical scenario. Isn't that what us couples do? Sounds like a blast! Anyway, in this study, subjects were divided into two groups: master and disaster. *Rolls eyes*
True to form, when applying my experiences, you guessed it...DISASTER! According to this article, my past relationships have failed because I tend to see the negative in most situations more than the positive. Although I tend to agree that I have a bad attitude, I also believe that those relationships didn't work because I have zero tolerance for morons. Also, I suffer from perpetual restlessness and I'm not afraid of being alone.
"Kindness and generosity are the keys to a lasting relationship," says this article. It's not true. I know plenty of couples who treat each other like garbage, and they're still together. Lasting isn't always a good thing.
At thirty-five years of age, watching friends marry and procreate poses certain questions. You start wondering whether you want those things, or if you should. In my experience, though, wondering if you want something probably means you don't.
While articles such as the one I came across are presumably meant to support couples who wish to stay together, I implore you to rather listen to those voices in your head. I know they're super annoying, and tend to say fucked up shit and even lead you astray at times, but at least allow yourself to hear them and take note.
Right now, mine are telling me to listen to this: "November Rain."
I'm finally doing it--pulling my insides out and splattering them around for all to see. Here we go!