Out to Pasture

It’s a terrible thing what young, ahem, younger people do to each other.   They eventually take the fun out of everything.   By the time your hit your late 20’s you realize how wary we are of each other.

For instance, I don’t believe men just grow out of being romantic because we’re lazy bastards.   A seasoned adult looks at the young couples and it’s nice.  The kids are excited….stupid, but excited.   The cards are out, there’s no tomorrow.    Of course not all were out in reckless abandon in their youth, but it’s similar to when you thought algebra was hard, and you didn’t know trigonometry was a real word.

I don’t believe men date younger women base purely on beauty.   More on stupidity.  Yes, they can be stupid.  Passionately stupid in love.   While women their own age remind them of reality.  Responsibility.  They are reminded of all the crap they have seen which helped them to see how much of an animal we all are.  Reminded that the whole concept of love may very well be nothing but hormones and other chemical lies given to us by Mother Nature.   First the Easter Bunny and now this.

But time goes on.  In youth, they herd together like cattle.  There are plenty more choices that are doing the same thing you are yet as you grow old schedules,  careers, status, demographics,  and giant bags of bias’s, judgments, and expectations continue to decorate that honey moon sweet of stupid love with pictures of, I don’t know, fish heads and venereal diseases.

Time is more valuable, responsibilities grow and that spectrum of people whom you would give the old college try has dwindled to damn near tunnel vision.   Sadly many times you don’t know exactly who the hell you’re expecting on the other side of the tunnel.

In the modern world, we can say at least modern America that marriage is like math.  Necessary to society, functional but not cool.    It’s a chicken or egg thing.   On the discovery of shock value, did media turn us into the callused bastards we are or do we naturally enjoy watching people suffer and dwelling on the negatives of everything including marriage.     It’s like everything else, bad things seem to be more interesting.  The point is you hear more about infidelity and divorce than you do of people who are actually happily married and goes from whatever you see on television, to the neighbors to your friends and family.

Meanwhile, you tend to more and more to put off that whole mate for thing life because you reached that point where you’re pretty much knew whatever you going to know about the game and are now only becoming more clueless.   You like doing whatever the hell you want.  You fear all the judgments and expectations of those meh…possible counterparts out there.   Meanwhile they may be doing the same thing and everyone is as listless as an Amish dance off.   Hearts just are not into it anymore.   The danger is when one is so busy enjoying their freedom that over time the fences are built anyway and before they know it, they are enclosed.  By themselves.  With no one to let them out.