, fuck before marriage. Divorce can become, within a group of friends, a fad.
Good question. Come see the meadow next door.
Move over dear, I better look over your shoulder. Personally, I think this idea as old as history: the decisions of others, the lives of others, bring us constantly ourselves. It's cathartic, thanks to them, or because of them, it is challenging, it borders on the risk, it flirts with doubt. It is a bit of fags, living by proxy, or so low suggestible, or simply too human. This idea is beautifully illustrated in Scenes from a Marriage by this great monster, Ingmar Bergman , Who managed to show the time of a movie a couple's life. This is the first disturbing element of the film, launching a domino effect, what I call Syndrome
Bergman: a couple of friends of the protagonists splits = disturbance inside for everyone. For a window opens, another horizon is possible: it is engulfed all. Initially, the tranquility of a charming two-ritualized life. We are nerds
, we read, it is assumed not to fuck like pigs every night, because we are in complete comfort. Mental, physical, fitness is equated with our choices. We loved, we got married, pass me the salt and I come home late tonight. And good night darling.
But the announcement of the divorce of their respective best friends, she is disturbed. Even too. It sounds like his marriage collapses, and he does not understand. It's hard to console really, as it does not get it legitimacy, logic, force its collapse. When friends we separate, we separate ourselves
a bit, we try not to sink to this wave of independence libertarian approach, but it's like French Revolution, the monarchies were around lest it contaminate the We all want to believe that our friend is a man emotionally intelligent. Wrongly. I'm not talking about stereotypes here, but examples. I know a thousand. We all know a thousand.
We fled the old boat. We want to make the jet. Normal. And we firmly believe that this is the best decision, since it was taken, so we influence others. We want to open their eyes. They want their property. Really.
You do not have to make you shit your whole life with the same problem. The same guy. You deserve better. You get tired. is not the end of the world. It feels good.
If it goes over you, to stop the charges.
No kidding, but we're not at the casino there. And frankly, the grass is always greener elsewhere, since it arrives with a fresh look. It's like a vacation: it gets off
all. It's a fresh start.
Instead, I want to say that this is only the beginning of an old, same old. We just want to forget a little chorus.
But, when we do well, we like nothing. Simple as that. Except I can not explain why the attenuation of a feeling is contagious. Limit something girl: 'll buy on ebay
? I should be tested. You've had enough of your cad? Me too. on the beginnings of a relationship. The beginnings are shitting me, everything that goes wrong in depth things
bored. So silly flirtations when you bite his tongue rather than barking his opinion, the vagueness of love in which everyone indulges
to the premise of a story, very little for me. But obviously I've already crossed so, for nothing, for another, to make me a smoothie fresh grass, because my panties wet over for an unknown idiot.
But it does stop, this ride? Never? I know some couples who found themselves. Who are amazing they are so beautiful together. Which are references for us, at least for me, finally, for those couples who live shaky and far from being purely cinematic. For example, my brother made this clip:
And when the rumors of a separation near flanchent when friends are reluctant, to tremble We fuck the chips, you get to dinner we cut the small torque at assembly and debate. To try to understand. View
interests, limits, and perhaps despite ourselves we dream, the fantasy is there, we do not necessarily want but still, such a departure is a golden opportunity: the pure Hart to Hart. It starts the dishwasher, you go into the lounge mater film. And it remains unanswered: who's next?
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