What went down in the flood

[lizblackdog]

Wedding Song.

It had to be done.

There's a common perception that true love is synonymous with happy ever after; that once you find The One everything is sunshine and puppies and rainbows until you both die, old and together, holding hands.

Even for those of us who do grow old together, that's such a load of destructive bullshit. True love is more like climbing Everest or swimming the Channel or walking across the Sahara. It's fucking hard and it hurts like hell; it strips away all your defences and breaks you into little bleeding pieces. And it doesn't confer a magical immunity to carelessness and fucking-up, either; in fact, it'll magnify your mistakes to the point where one moment of inattention or stupidity can end you.

But ask anyone who's been there and done that; it's worth it, and more than worth it.

Also? Bob Dylan is God.

Comments

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Heh, yes - with one thing and another, I've had about six hours sleep over the last three days, and while I'm physically wide awake and twitching, my brain feels like clouds of dissolving confetti.

I often think that those couples who never fight are the ones who just never have anything to say to each other.

[mcsassypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I foolishly thought I could ride out this headache (that started last night) without painkillers. It's seriously clouding my ability to think. Stupid head. Plus Christina thought it would be funny to stick her whiskers up my nose this morning around 4am and then meow in my face so I could smell her breath. Evil cat.