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Wouldn't know what to do with you.

The other day I found myself walking by the Harry Ransom Center through the courtyard. As I walked through, I came across a couple sitting together on a bench. They were making out. But they weren't just making out, they were making out with perfect form. Their backs were perfectly straight, their feet firmly planted on the ground, their arms wrapped around each other forming solid frames. They were bent over each other at angles that I've never seen a couple form before.

It was uncomfortable to see.

I won't pretend to know why, but last night I had a strange dream. I had a dream that I was a father. It was one of those idyllic scenes. You come home from work and there are, like, kids all excited to see you and stuff and there's, like, a lady in your nice house who you're married to. It was surprisingly not stressful. It was peaceful. It's something to look forward to, I'm told.

And now I'm watching the ending of Knocked Up.

It makes me wonder. There are so many people that seem to be so sure of themselves when it comes to their ideas of their futures. Constantly reworking their plans to accommodate their ultimate goal. Everybody wants a family. I've never seen myself in a situation like that, but I guess maybe I ought to start.

How does it work; do you just accept it?

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Spen said…
Quite a thought. What if there could be more adventure involved than just the picket-fence ideal?
October 17, 2009 at 9:39 PM
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