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The Myth of the Relationship

I know I’m going to get clobbered along side the noggin for this one.

Being in a relationship is over valuated, okay?

The world’s second greatest love poet, Rod McKuen, once rhythmically scripted, “If I’m still alone, by now it’s by design.  I only own myself, but all of me is mine.”   (Sorry Rod, but Kahlil Gibran really has to be first.)    What incredible way to say, ‘hey, I got me, I don’t need you.”

Don’t get me in an incorrect comprehension here.  Relationships are nice,  at least some of them are, some of the time.  Overall, I have to reveal my emotional honestifications.  They don’t deserve the rating they get.

Seriously.  Think on what is being perpetuated into your left/right brain here.  Do you know anybody who doesn’t complain, at some time or another, in different altitudes, and at different pressure levels, about their partner, spouse, significant other, boyfriend, girlfriend or…?

It’s constant, consistent or, at the least,  confusingly bewilderingly way too often.  How do we cope, or better yet, why do we cope.  Silliness, insanity, semi blind neurosis, emotional trauma, emotional ignorance, stupidity, are any or all of these reasons to justify being self abusive to our hearts?

On we go.  In we go.  Relationship here, relationship there, long term, short term, no term or no one is happy, or is it that just no one is as happy as they want to be and is miserable way too many times in a select spectrum of time.

As humans, it would be my innermost suspicion that we seek perfection then settle for whatever we can get when we think it is way too late.  And it ain’t perfection.  Not even along side the wall of the relationship we wanted.

Of course, often we don’t see that until we’ve committed to getting involved, dropping our hearts in front of what we believe to be the right selection. Thus, the confusion of why we are there in the second place sets itself into the space we provided for a first place right next to us.  Then we have justifications for complaints, gripes,  snippets and general  not positive statements towards the person who filled the leaking void.

Humans are not solitary creatures, so we’ve often been brainwashed into believing by social experts throughout the history of science, anthropology and human geography.  But is it true?  We gape at headlines about some guy living alone in the woods, doing his anti-social thing, then publishing and enacting books and stories on bomb making or the like. The anti social anti social person.  So, how many of them are there that no one has an inkling even exist out in the back mining hills of South Dakota?  And since when is anti social a bad thing, any more than over social is, given the social nutcakes we encounter on a daily basis?

Overrated!  There is no doubt in my mind that relationships are overrated.  Still, I would like to be in one.  A “most of the time it is pretty good and that makes it all worth it” one.  You get what I am trying to inflict into your  psyche?  A good one.

But if it doesn’t happen, that’s okay too.