Barfity Barf Barf

Ok, so I'm sitting on the couch mulling over the idea of whether C and I can co-exist peacefully, and whether he's over the relationship or at least getting there, and thank goodness he's so emotionally mature, when I realize what I'm watching (TV, I mean). It's called... hang on... Must Love Dogs.

Agh. I feel like I'm confessing to fondling my sister or something, I'm so embarrassed to admit this. But I have to admit it so I can tell you what I just saw - namely, our single but scrappy heroine goes grocery shopping (wee!) and when she scrappily saunters to the deli counter to purchase a single scrappy chicken breast she's confronted with, "Oh? Just the ONE chicken breast? Are you aloooone? Have you tried... the internet? Hmm?"

And I just want to scream.

I'm usually a very anti-relationship person, at least until, uh, Houston and... Yule (sorry guys, I really suck at pseudonyms) came along. I mean, I was the biggest fan of Against Love: A Polemic before I was even single because I felt like I could have written the damn thing: Relationships are limiting and doomed to failure. You often have to give up your goals for the greater good. You can't laugh at a stupid joke because your partner's watching. Being single and partaking in desirable amounts of casual sex is the only way to maintain freedom, happiness and sanity.

But then after C and I broke up I started spending more time with Houston and Yule and all of a sudden I was struck by a kind of weird... feeling that maybe, just maybe, relationships aren't inherently distasteful, and maybe, sometimes, at least with the right person, they can be fun and exciting and also meaningful and you can even possibly grow as a person without having to give up your identity and fit yourself into a preformed relationship mold. What I mean to say is that Houston and Yule aren't sitting around going if it weren't for THEM I would so be laughing at that JOKE right now.

Anyway.

The point is that I'm tentatively coming around to the idea of relationships. Disclaimerly but! I still firmly stand by my belief that being single is good, and that no relationship is far superior than a bad or mediocre relationship. (Blah dee blah, I could have read that out of a book. See, that's the other thing: we SAY these things but then we watch movies and read books that completely and utterly destroy these feeble ideas of ours.) Which brings me back to my ultimate point, which is that, no surprise, this movie is destined to end not in the scrappy heroine's discovery of single-life happiness, but in love. No, not love. Sweet sweet luuuurve.

And yeah, it's cool, and sweet, and whatever, and right now she's jumping into the river with all of her clothes (and shoes!) on to profess her undying I'm-so-stupid-to-have-not-noticed-you-before let's-get-married-right-now lurve. Oh wait! Now they're grocery shopping! And buying lots of chicken breasts! And kissing! And now the movie's over! What a success.

Anywho, just wanted to share.