A grim intimation of what is to be

So I guess I am supposed to write about what happened two years ago today.  It's what you are expecting.  Well, not tonight.  Another dumb blog post won't bring anyone back or change anything, so why bother?  I prefer to remember the life, not the death.  So life moves on. Sometimes against our wishes and sometimes in favor of our wishes.  The mighty piston of reality crushes down upon us and we can either be molded or melted.  Make no mistake, reality will have it's way.

I had a conversation with someone a few weeks ago and it keeps sticking in my mind.  We were discussing relationships.  Now, this person has a much more in depth situation than I do.  We were discussing singleness and marriage.  I brought up that we shouldn't call them "relationships" but rather, "compromises".  Ultimately, that is what they are.  When two become one, there have to be compromises to different things.  But what happens when one isn't ready to compromise?  No relationship?  Or a superficial one?  I think the reality of the relationship is the mature ability to compromise.  I think we should substitute "compromise" for "relationship".  Instead of, "I have a wife/husband/girlfriend/boyfriend, just say, I have a compromise.

Third Eye Blind"

"I write everything down except what's on my mind" -- Narcolepsy.

Yep.