Originally posted by Crack Hitler
Well ok, the 'crush'-part is nice, deffo. Little excitement in the air and all that bullshit. But when it's time to get serious, meet the parents whatelse and stuff like that. The whole bloody time that it takes to get to the phase where you can just relax and enjoy each other just the way you are and not to stress about little things. It just feels too much work if you really think about it, you know?
"THE CRUSH PART IS NICE"??????????? IT'S THE BEST PART! the rest is bullshit. i havent met a single girl yet that made the rest "good." it's always the beginning thats great, thats all.
have you ever realized that this is actually the ULTIMATE truth? i mean look at every piece of art: stories, novels, movies, songs...no one cares about the "rest," but only the beginning...when the beginning is over, the story/film/song is over. we see the exact same cliché: "and they lived happily ever after." baah, so dull...
the only place that i can remember right now where the artist actually talk about what happens after the beginning is nick cave's "the sorrowful wife":
"I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
I look to my sorrowful wife
Who is quietly tending her flowers
Who is quietly tending her .....
The water is high on the beckoning river
I made her a promise I could not deliver
And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
Through me and my sorrowful wife
Who is shifting the furniture around
Who is shifting the furniture around
Now we sit beneath the knotted Yew
And the bluebells bob around our shoes
The task of remembering the telltale clues
Goes to my lovely, my sorrowful wife
Who is counting the days on her fingers
Who is counting the days on her .....
Come on and help me babe
Come on now
Help me babe
I was blind
The grass here grows long and high
Twists right up to the sky
White clouds roll on by
Come on now and help me babe
I was blind
I was a fool babe
I was blind
Come on now
A loose wind last night blew down
Black trees bent to the ground
Their blossoms made such a sound
That I could not hear myself think babe
Come on now
And help me babe
Help me now
I was blind
I was a fool"
see?
