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It is probably too soon to tell. I have a history of being fickle-minded and prone to mood swings, depressions, extraordinary fits of lethargy, and shouting matches with the neighborhood cat. chances are, after your reading this, I will have changed my mind and decided to elope with the pretty cashier at the corner drugstore (at gunpoint, of course). I need a drink. Oh God. I need a drink.
It's just that I figure I'm not the marrying type. Happiness, that's what this is all about, anyway. Life is one's search for contentment and happiness, the feel of living for a purpose. The thing is, marriage is the unity of two people, not just one. If my ship is going down, well, let me be the only one to go down with it. I'm not dragging some other poor unfortunate soul with me.
On the other hand, there are great things that go with marriage. The knowledge that someone will be with you through thick and thin. The comfort of knowing that someone is waiting for you to come home at night. Someone to share your day with, someone to love. Now that I think about it, I'd rather marry my dog. If all I need is a companion to love, then Quarry would do just as well as any Jane Doe. Or I can adopt.
I can see the lightning about to strike. A voice will appear from above like Mike Velarde's or Pat Robertson's, and it will shout to me. It will say, "You evil man! You aren't married and you intend to adopt? A single parent?! What virtues will the child learn from you?!" Let's see... I will not beat this child up, I will listen to his problems, I will provide for his needs, I will be a father to him as my father was to me as God is to all of us. I'm not a drunkard (okay, I used to be, but those skeletons don't count), I'm not a wife beater (since I don't and won't have a wife), I'm an excellent cook, and I'm in touch with my feelings, emotions and paychecks. So, all ye self-righteous advocates of marriage who think those who are unmarried are unhappy or will be unhappy, you can go fly a kite. I hope lightning strikes.
In the meantime, I'm happy enough. I've got enough work to last me 'til kingdom come. I need to lose my belly and stop drinking softdrinks. My faucet is giving me blue, Toilet Duck-like water, and I'm afraid to look into the cornflakes on top of the fridge. Love? Hah! Give me a drink. And pass me a Prozac.
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