As before – click on the ‘Meltdown’ category to see old versions.
(Yes, yes, it’s Tuesday. Shush.)
It’s called the “Monday Meltdown” and is an excuse to just let out some of the frustration within. We all have frustration, yes? So – let’s focus our frustration and let it out on Mondays – because we all know that Mondays just deserve it. Just ask Garfield. ::grins::
Here’s how it is going to work. I’m going to post a choice for you. You take it away and go! Either in the comments section or on your own blog. But if you run away to your own blog, please drop me a comment so I can come see. ::grins:: I love to read a good rant.
I also have a button up there you can ‘steal’. Steal meaning take away to your own server. Don’t direct link. I’m afraid I don’t have the bandwidth for that one. (; So – are you ready to vent? I know you are. ::grins::
This week’s rants:
1. Impatient People
or
2. People with no identity (meaning: they cannot do anything without their s.o.)
You are free to rant about both or just one. Some of these rants may come back around, so don’t feel you need to do both of them so you can get it in. ::grins::
Okay! Go! If you are interested in my Meltdown for the week, just click on the ‘more’ there.
My rant this week is short, and I choose topic #2.
What is UP with people who just cannot seem to do anything at all without their signifigant other? I just cannot understand someone who must do everything in their lives with their s.o. with them. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly believe someone and their s.o. should do *many* things together. But – everything? To the point where you cannot even go out without them?
I have two friends. (Well. Had. More about that later.)
They both just recently got married. (Well. About a year or so ago. That’s recently, right? (; )
Now, mind you, these two friends are *guys*. They married women. And before they got married, they’d been known to go out with other people, sans the women, do stuff, hang out, the like. Since they have gotten married, neither of them can make any plans that do not include their wives. (It’s gotten worse since one of the wives is now pregnant. Don’t get me started on THAT.) Even to get together with old friends to hang out – like we did in college – they cannot come alone. It’s always – “Well, the wife needs me for this.” or “Well, unless the wife can come, I really cannot make it.”
What the hell? Can’t you go out for *one* day – for a MERE few hours – without the wife? What is your ISSUE? Dude. I joke with people about being whipped, but this is beyond this. If you’ve ever read the comic “Zits”, they’ve become like that couple in there. The one you always see together, in an embrace. I forget the exact names of the two people, but it’s always strung together: “BenMary” – one entity, not “Ben and Mary”.
Sad, sad, sad.
It’s because marriage is no longer an equal partnership. The woman demands to control all, and with the disgustingly-broad justifications for divorce dangling over men’s heads, many begrudgingly surrender all power.
Men cannot hope to get anything from their wives once married – sex, affection, even assistance now come with the cost of absolute devotion. Time, hobbies, self-determination, all gone. If the man resists, tries to keep his identity, he’s accused of being “distant” or “insensitive to her needs.” Divorce and emotional terrorism then get rained on their heads until they capitulate.
That joke about getting a woman to stop having sex with you by marrying her? True. Every single man I know my age that’s married doesn’t get so much as one night a month. And affection? They’ll get more of that from a dog in 5 minutes than their wives give them in a month.
And people ask me why I don’t want to get married. Ever.
Oh, and just for reference, the couple in Zits is “RichandAmy.”
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