Church Bells...

People, myself included, can be completely in love with the idea of being married. And my question is why?

(Note: From the commentary of this blog and others, it should be obvious that I aint havin the bestest of days.)

Up until now, I got all gitty at the thought of marriage or some interpretative form of it. But as my life screams "you'ze married now", I scream "oh sht, get me out of here".

I feel married. Too married. We have a baby a.k.a Danny the Doberman, we have a house. Married.

Okay, to explain the dog baby thing...the dog is like a child, he needs constant attention. He can't be left alone. He cries when we put him to sleep in his cage. He wakes up in the middle of the night crying. He's gotten sick twice, which has cost us hundreds of dollars. He's almost died. And he eats alot. Blower.

This doggy thing has strained our relationship, mentally and financially. Our parenting skills are different. Blah, blah, blah.

We act and operate like the little married stories you see on tv. We have our good days and our bad.

All this to say married life is hard! It takes alot of nurturing and real sincere love. It requires you to think about someone else all the time. It truly causes you to share you life with another being. And that's hard. Well to me. Cause it's always go-team-go, when you really might wanna just do you.

Maybe that's why so many people run from the sht. Cause they just want to live for themselves.
Now I see why men prolong it or get in it and dishonor every rule. Because to live it on the straight and narrow takes work and commitment and trust, etc. Most people can't handle it.

Don't get me wrong, I loves my girlfriend, truely, sincerely, deeply.

Now I think about it. Who said nigs had to get married anyway. Who said that yo life had to be shared with one other person fo-eva.

Da Bible? Umm, humm...