as Cheryl pointed out a few days ago in response to my post about love, being in relationship is paradoxical.
Special k encapsulated that very clearly tonight when he said:
You need to do what you need to do, and I need to do what I need to do, and we need to do it together.
Maybe marriage wouldn’t be nearly as attractive if it wasn’t such an impossible equation. There’s something about being human that thrills to the challenge of achieving something that looks impossible.
As Andy Griffiths told my class today, what kids love most is being somewhere familiar (say, the shower) then being put in an impossible situation (you’ve cemented the door so that you can fill the cubicle with water, then you can’t turn the tap off) then figuring out how to get out (climb into the roof, then fall naked on the very important dinner your parents are holding in the dining room next door).
Marriage and psycho bums: one and the same?