“We’re all afloat in a boundless sea, and the way we cope is by massing together in groups and pretending in unison that the situation is other than it is. We reinforce the illusion for each other. That’s what a society really is, a little band of humanity huddled together against the specter of a pitch black sea. Everyone is treading water to keep their heads above the surface even though they have no reason to believe that the life they’re preserving is better than the alternative they’re avoiding. It’s just that one is known and one is not. Fear of the unknown is what keeps everyone busily treading water. All fear is fear of the unknown. If someone in such a group of water-treaders betrays the group lie by speaking the truth of their situation, that person is called a heretic, and society reserves its most awful punishments for heretics. If someone decides to stop struggling and just sink or float away, every possible effort is made to stop him, not for the benefit of the individual, but for the benefit of the group. To deny at all costs the truth of the situation.”
And I find myself nervous that at some point someone is going to pop up and say, “HaHA! Joke’s on you! Surmount this unsurmountable obstacle, bitch.”
I imagine them moonwalking away as they mock me, too, but that’s sort of unrelated.
The moment in which a woman no longer feels the need to argue and fight with you is the very moment in which she's decided that she can do better. It may take a while because when a woman loves, she loves hard but no matter how much love she may feel for you, continue to take her for granted. She'll reach the point of no return as she moves forward in life without you.
