I
think this might be a good way to start each entry, with a “what really…”. It
might even be better to call this thing “Sometimes I Wonder”.* And although I
think there are many reasons, there is one direction I’m (sort of) heading
today. It starts with my cat looking kind of sick. I don’t think it’s too
serious, but if it continues for a couple more days he’ll go to the vet. Which
if you think is amazing how much money humans will spend to keep the member of
another species alive, the only species that will do so. No matter what
cartoons tell you, bears do not want to be your friends.*
Anyway,
he’ll go to the vet and my mom will tell my dad because whether or not he
really cares (which I secretly think he does) because that’s what married
people do. They tell each other everything; they’re married duh. But this kills
a crucial part of their relationship, and no, it’s not the mystery. They’ve
been married a long time, and the mystery is gone. But the autonomy is what’s
being compromised. The ability to have a secret and keep it to oneself is a
very important autonomous trait. It’s a subconscious connection between not
having to share your secret with a mate and not needing a serious mate. That
feeling when you wake up in the morning and know that no one depends on you,
and you don’t have to depend on anyone, and life is relatively easy. Autonomy
is an important trait to keep even when in a relationship, although there must
be a compromise. I don’t know why because I haven’t thought of a good reason
but I just have a weird science-y feeling. While it’s good to keep some secrets
to one self, it’s also good to share because it strengthens the bond. The best
thing to do is find a perfect balance between autonomy and dependency.
Okay, duh
this only works in a Kate Hudson movie. She always manages to find the perfect
balance in her life. Which is impossible, because it’s a Hollywood produced
film and everything is grossly exaggerated. All I’m saying is that if autonomy
and dichotomy are on opposite ends of the see saw, the side with the fat kid is
going to spend too long on the ground and the other side is going to get bored.
*See, this is where my thoughts go.
They never stay in one direction to reach a conclusion; they take at least 10
different roads (self high-five on the good analogy).
*Yay human-only traits! I love when I
think about these. I think I watch Bones too often.
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