A Short Treatise on Marital Ethics
Yesterday’s entry now makes me feel all bleurghy about things, and once again I am considering erasing a post. However, as you will know by now, I never do that because it feels like re-writing history, and as I’m not Chairman Mao, Stalin, or any other Communist dictator, I’ll resist…
What I’m feeling bleurghy about is trying to convince you all, virtual strangers that you are, that I would never cheat on Him. Because let’s face it: one of the greatest romantic myths is that once you meet The One you stop being attracted to other people. Well that’s just bollocks isn’t it? Come on, be honest, we’re all friends here. Well, okay, we’re not, but we’re all anonymous, which for these purposes permits the same freedom of speech.
The point is, being married or committed to a person doesn’t mean you stop fancying other people. It just means that given a choice between acting on that and chucking away your relationship, or not acting on it and keeping your relationship, you choose the latter. I am well aware that despite being totally in love with Him, there are still a number of people whose bones I would be jumping if I was still a slut-about-town.
Of course, I won’t deny that this needs to be separated into people who actually exist in my world, and people who I will never meet but still lust after in the manner of a hormonally-crazed 15 year old. The main difference being that He knows about the 15 year old crushes, but not the real people (for obvious reasons). And He rips the piss mercilessly out of my crushes anyway, as in addition to normal lusts (the Chili Peppers, Huey FLC, Vince Vaughn), I also have a few oddballs in there… (let’s not mention Ian Hislop or Chris Moyles, eh?)
Anyway, the point of all the rambling is me demonstrating to you, and maybe a little to myself, that it is acceptable and harmless to fancy other people, provided one does nothing about it.
And to anyone who is thinking ‘the lady doth protest too much’ – well I don’t, and I’m not!
What I’m feeling bleurghy about is trying to convince you all, virtual strangers that you are, that I would never cheat on Him. Because let’s face it: one of the greatest romantic myths is that once you meet The One you stop being attracted to other people. Well that’s just bollocks isn’t it? Come on, be honest, we’re all friends here. Well, okay, we’re not, but we’re all anonymous, which for these purposes permits the same freedom of speech.
The point is, being married or committed to a person doesn’t mean you stop fancying other people. It just means that given a choice between acting on that and chucking away your relationship, or not acting on it and keeping your relationship, you choose the latter. I am well aware that despite being totally in love with Him, there are still a number of people whose bones I would be jumping if I was still a slut-about-town.
Of course, I won’t deny that this needs to be separated into people who actually exist in my world, and people who I will never meet but still lust after in the manner of a hormonally-crazed 15 year old. The main difference being that He knows about the 15 year old crushes, but not the real people (for obvious reasons). And He rips the piss mercilessly out of my crushes anyway, as in addition to normal lusts (the Chili Peppers, Huey FLC, Vince Vaughn), I also have a few oddballs in there… (let’s not mention Ian Hislop or Chris Moyles, eh?)
Anyway, the point of all the rambling is me demonstrating to you, and maybe a little to myself, that it is acceptable and harmless to fancy other people, provided one does nothing about it.
And to anyone who is thinking ‘the lady doth protest too much’ – well I don’t, and I’m not!
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