In "The Gilded Six-Bits," one of my favorite short stories ever, the main character, Missie May, sets out to leave her husband, Joe, for reasons that I won't go into because they're not important to this blog (but if you're curious as to why--or even if you're not--I highly recommend you read the story. It's just so good!). As she's leaving him, she runs into his mother, who never liked Missie May at all, and because she doesn't want to give her what she's always wanted, she turns around and goes home, thinking that even if she doesn't have the substance of marriage, she'll at least have the outward show. It may seem like a silly reason to stay with a spouse--out of spite and because of what outside parties think--but Missie May's decision to stay with Joe based on the opinion of someone outside of her marriage ends up being a good thing (for reasons I won't disclose just in case you decide to take my advice and read the story).
Well, Missie May and I couldn't be any less alike. I don't care one iota what people think I should do nor am I interested in any unsolicited advice they have to offer me (unsolicited is the key word here--if I've asked you for advice, this comment does not apply to you); after all, I'm the one who has to live my life, not them, which is why I need to do not what bystanders think is best for me, but what makes me happy. And you know what makes me happy, readers? Glenn.
Yes, that's right, I said Glenn. Glenn makes me happy. It took me a lot of time, a lot of thinking, and a lot of pain to realize it, but I finally did.
Glenn. Makes. Me. Happy.
He might not make me happy every second of every day or even every day of every week, but neither life nor love is a trip to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, where one is drunk on butterbeer, surrounded by magic, and can't help but be happy all the time--life is life--and love--well, to quote the Pink Spiders, "It's heavy, and it hurts, and it's love."
(In case I didn't give you two and two to put together, Operation Glenn and Kelly? We're all systems a-go.)
All systems dysfunction cycle.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, is your concise statement obscuring the actual words, "I'm an asshole hiding behind anonymity judging a relationship that I'm not a part of and, therefore, have no real idea what goes on in it?" Or is it just, "I'm an asshole?" Because I couldn't tell.
ReplyDeleteNone of the above. Systematic fighting leads to distorted thoughts. Seek help. Your response proves the dark sadness cycle.
ReplyDeleteMy response proves I think you're an asshole. It also proves that whoever you are, 1., you pretend to be my friend (because obviously you saw this posted through my Facebook page), but you're not, 2., you're a pretty unhappy, probably bitter, person yourself, and 3., you more than likely have an ulterior motive for not wanting Glenn and me to be together. All in all, I'd say you suck.
ReplyDeleteSucked glenn alright.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha. Maybe you wish.
ReplyDeleteI wish you the best of luck, love. Take care and remember to keep a smile on your face - it can make all the difference for you and everyone around you. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. I truly appreciate that.
Delete