Women are from Venus and men are from Mars. We are different. Most of the time that is a good thing. Viva la difference! Where was I going with this. I forgot.
Oh that's right. Men forget. My wife can tell you all the mistakes I have made in the past 30 years. The list is extensive. I can't remember what she was wearing yesterday. I can tell you what I was wearing yesterday because I still have those clothes on now. Hmm, what was I going to say next?
Women forget things too. They forget the pain of childbirth. Good thing too or there would be a lot of only children in the world. But where was I?
Grace finally told me what I am writing about. Cheating... I forgot. Cheating is a form of forgetting too.
When a husband or wife cheats, it's because someone forgot. They forgot about why they fell in love, forgot their vows, and forgot that a marriage isn't a perfect thing. Marriage is something that takes constant work, building and repairing. A relationship is built slowly over time, but it doesn't take much time to damage it. All it takes is a hurtful word, or an act of infidelity.
Another friend just reminded me of another reason. Indifference. The 'ok I'm married to you, but you're not the most important thing in my life' that lets a relationship slowly die. One person gets tired of being ignored and finds someone that shows more interest.
Cheating is wrong no matter who does it. But cheating itself is not the problem, it's a symptom of a problem. The problem is that a marriage or any relationship is not one-sided. Both people have to work to keep it fresh and growing. a relationship can survive cheating, but it requires honesty, understanding, and a commitment to renewing the love that had faded. Sometimes that is not possible.
I forget to do lots of things like grading papers over the weekend, taking out the trash, picking up after myself, and moving the laundry from the washer to the dryer. But no matter what I forget to do in real life, or what foolish things I do in Second Life, I remember why I got married and why I love my wife. I'm not perfect. Just ask my wife if you have time enough to listen. I've made my mistakes and I have my regrets, but I have never regretted marrying my wife.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Time, Second Life, and Relationships
"if I could save time in a bottle
the first thing i'd like to do,
I'd save everyday like a treasure and then,
Again I would spend them with you."
~Jim Croche
Second Life is a wonderful world. There are so many things to do and see. The are so many amazing people to meet. And so little time.
Time. It's our ultimate enemy, the one thing we will never defeat. Our time in this world or the virtual world is finite. God! I am sounding morose. Nothing is more constant than the progression of time and we can't stop it, reverse it, or save it in a bottle.
Time in Second Life moves fast too, and not just because there are 4 days in a 24 hour period. People come and go more quickly. Entire sims change overnight. The virtual world is always evolving. The one thing that I wish would never change is friendship and love.
I am quick to make friends and I try too hard to keep them. Why? I am not sure I want to go into a self-analysis here, but I need people to like me. I guess I spent too much of my early life being alone and I hate it.
the first thing i'd like to do,
I'd save everyday like a treasure and then,
Again I would spend them with you."
~Jim Croche
Second Life is a wonderful world. There are so many things to do and see. The are so many amazing people to meet. And so little time.
Time. It's our ultimate enemy, the one thing we will never defeat. Our time in this world or the virtual world is finite. God! I am sounding morose. Nothing is more constant than the progression of time and we can't stop it, reverse it, or save it in a bottle.
Time in Second Life moves fast too, and not just because there are 4 days in a 24 hour period. People come and go more quickly. Entire sims change overnight. The virtual world is always evolving. The one thing that I wish would never change is friendship and love.
I am quick to make friends and I try too hard to keep them. Why? I am not sure I want to go into a self-analysis here, but I need people to like me. I guess I spent too much of my early life being alone and I hate it.
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