We Don't Live Here Anymore
Aug. 16th, 2004 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpIt's funny. I forget how frantic and busy I am when I try to mix social work with a social life. When I'm unemployed, it seems like I have eleventy billion free boring hours a day, and now I'm swamped. When I was unemployed, I seemed to have hours and hours with which to hit 'refresh' on my browser. Now I'm sitting here wondering about friend cuts again. I haven't cut since the last time I got a job.
After work, My Jennifer and I went to Hahvahd Square to see a free screening of We Don't Live Here Anymore. If you are having relationship problems, I highly recommend it. There's nothing like watching the irrational ugliness of others to realize how irrational your own ugliness is. Within the first 10 minutes or so, after the first argument not based in reality or the first hints of infidelity, all I could think about was, "Wow, I /so/ don't ever want to be those people." I guess that's the essence of what the 'work' of relationships is all about.
It's so easy and effortless to fall out of love. I remember clearly the day I asked A. if he was still able to write me a love letter and he said no. It was so silent, so soft - like the first overnight snowfall. While we slept, the drifts were building. Amazing.
I never want to be those people. I never want to say those things, feel that ire. I want to have and raise children, establish a home, build a life, with this one woman.
After work, My Jennifer and I went to Hahvahd Square to see a free screening of We Don't Live Here Anymore. If you are having relationship problems, I highly recommend it. There's nothing like watching the irrational ugliness of others to realize how irrational your own ugliness is. Within the first 10 minutes or so, after the first argument not based in reality or the first hints of infidelity, all I could think about was, "Wow, I /so/ don't ever want to be those people." I guess that's the essence of what the 'work' of relationships is all about.
It's so easy and effortless to fall out of love. I remember clearly the day I asked A. if he was still able to write me a love letter and he said no. It was so silent, so soft - like the first overnight snowfall. While we slept, the drifts were building. Amazing.
I never want to be those people. I never want to say those things, feel that ire. I want to have and raise children, establish a home, build a life, with this one woman.
