Cute. I don’t believe any part of this, but it’s cute.
Yeah, it gives big “Where are the females like this?” energy, I can definitely see it being written by a lonely chauvinist dirtball. I hope not because it is cute, but the Internet is the Internet, so…
It’s…weird to me that not only is this not true for you guys or anyone you know, but you have a hard time imagining it could be true.
And here I am, divorced and never marrying again, lucky to be dating the same girl for eight years. And then there’s that one day every few years where she runs out of her meds and begins believing I’m plotting against her when I ask how her mom is doing that I think, “I’m super glad I didn’t get married again so I can just walk away if this shit lasts more than a few days.”
That’s love. Staying with someone, not because you’re married and a divorce is a huge legal hassle, but because they haven’t freaked all the way the fuck out yet.
PS, make friends with your pharmacist, fellow BPSOs. Make sure they keep those mood stabilizers and antipsychotic in stock.
“I’m super glad I didn’t get married again so I can just walk away if this shit lasts more than a few days.”
I’m glad you didn’t get remarried too.
Yep. They were probably joking, or at the least exaggerating, but it reminds me of how a large percentage of men would leave their partner going through a medical crisis. Not all medical crisises are physical, yo.
That’s limerence.
A more stable relationship is when feelings crystalize, but until then, there’s limerence. Two-way limerent relationships are as unstable as a bottle of undiluted nitroglycerin. In any case, limerent relationships are quite common, and are the stuff of music, art, and poetry.
God lemmy is worse than reddit with people being negative about others happiness. If you are so unhappy you need to spoil other peoples happiness you need to get help.
Limerence eh? Well ok.
There once was a man from Nantucket…
I want you to finish it. No one ever finishes it. I don’t even know the rest of the limerick because no one ever finishes it!
I know a different version from the other two:
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who put all his shit in a bucket
And one day he tripped
And the bucket, it flipped
And he said “ah well fuck it”
This warms the cockles of my cold, dead heart.
