As the only member of the group that is officially married I guess it falls on me to tell you the story of how I knew I loved my wife enough to marry her.
In this day and age it is our goal in life seemingly to be liked by people regardless of whether or not they respect us.
Personally I do not think this is a smart way to live.
There are few things harder in life than dealing with a break up, regardless of circumstances, outcomes or the person it’s with.
Unfortunately that’s what I’m currently dealing with, I was the one who instigated the split but it’s still difficult to deal with. I haven’t blogged in a while but i would like to share my experiences and I think it’s also to do with blowing off some steam but hopefully other people will take something from the experience I’m currently going through.
Sorry that it didn’t come out on Monday but we’ve been just totally behind on everything the last two weeks so here is our weekly question just a few days late.
So I had my pre-op appointment today and some weird things happened to me and I made a big decision in my life knowing full well it is never going to be the same again after next week anyway so I’ll kind of explain as much as I can below and hope you all forgive me for being absolute shit for the next few weeks.
Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply – it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.
Its hard for me really to think of something that I would want to use in this kind of experiment.
I guess I’ll take a debate we had the other week on Twitter and go with the opposing view from mine.
Who’s the most important person in your life – and how would your day-to-day existence be different without them?
I don’t like people.
I don’t even like myself so I’m not sure how I’d decide on someone being the most important person in my life.
There is my family but I don’t think you can count them because… Well… They are family. Out of my family though it would only be my niece, mum and baby sister.
Friends? Well I have the guys on this blog and Fiona plus a bunch of guys I used to know real well because we were all F1 fans but I wouldn’t really say they were important enough to mark them out above everyone else or each other.
Hell I’d love to be big headed enough to say I am the most important person in my life but sometimes I wish I’d piss the hell off and leave me to enjoy life.
Thing is I always tend to be let down by people a lot. I got close to someone once and they stole money from me, tried to get close to someone recently and they just lied to me and spent most of the time being dramatic about the smallest of things. Another guy that I tried to befriend ended up telling me I should kill myself and not fight my depression and yet another one hates my guts because I dare not to find him attractive and want to sleep with him. When I left school none of my “friends” tried to keep in touch with me…
I guess I’m just super annoying.
The people who have kept in touch with me in my life don’t have to see me very often so have no need to want me dead.
You know what… This blog was meant to talk about the most important person in my life and all it has made me realise is that I must be the most unlikeable person in the world. Like honestly I can’t keep any kind of relationship at all. The more people let me down the more nervous I get talking to people and the more I try to keep things at arms length and then get depressed about it all at the same time.
Its why I hate people.
IF all these very unimportant people (or in other words everyone) pissed off and left my life would be easier I guess. I might grow to love myself because I wouldn’t feel inadequate because just about everyone and everything has more worth then myself. But as all the population of Earth ain’t going away any time soon I don’t think I can really test that theory!
My favourite person in the world is probably Mr Amanda. OK we aren’t actually married yet but you get the picture.
The thing is we met on a holiday when we were in our late teens and started to date. He lived in Scotland and I lived in Manchester so our whole relationship has been built from a long distance relationship early on. I don’t know what the longest I’ve been apart from him is because in the early stages of our relationship it was the spending time together that was the easiest thing to calculate.
We’ve lived together now for 6 years and thanks to his work we still spend long periods of time apart. I don’t do anything differently other then the fact I can do my stuff for longer. I don’t have to share the TV or get off the phone. I don’t need to stop texting someone or stop playing a game. Being apart or being together doesn’t really change anything for us.
Maybe we’re not normal but as much as we love each other the time we spend together and apart means nothing in the long run. We talk every day regardless and we always manage to be there when the other needs us. Starting from a position of distance made our relationship strong enough that distance means nothing now.
Its probably why he’s my favourite person!
Long distance relationships are something I think get stigmatised a lot but I think if you truly love someone the bond you make by being apart for a long period of time is deeper then one if you are in each others pockets!