Wednesday, December 08, 2010

John is the Signpost

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Can it really be possible that this is the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's death? Where has the time gone?

As it turns out, I recall vividly where I was on the night Lennon died. I had a date with a new fella, a young journalist I'd met while interning at a newspaper that folded many, many years ago. This fella and I went out to dinner, and back to his apartment, and we've been together ever since.

I wish I could offer you some ironclad advice on how to spend 30 years with a significant other. But alas, I only know what has worked for me and him. In this and this alone, I feel like my life is a fingerprint, never to be repeated by anyone else ever again. Not that we've been the only couple to last a long time, but that our particular circumstances are unique.

Ask me how to make a wand, how to handle a tame vulture, how to save a little stream ... I can tell you that. But how to spend 30 years with the same partner? Beats me.

I think I make him laugh.

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4 Comments:

At December 08, 2010 , Blogger Debra She Who Seeks said...

You were doing something much more exciting than I was that night. I was studying for a midterm exam at university.

 
At December 09, 2010 , Anonymous Lori F - MN said...

Communication
Committment
Compromise

That's what I have always told newlyweds. It has worked for us. Married 25 years.

 
At December 09, 2010 , Blogger Intense Guy said...

:)

Happy times together! Hope you have many more years together.

I remember when he was shot - I recall thinking to myself, what kind of nut would shoot John Lennon?

 
At December 12, 2010 , Blogger kimc said...

I have no memory of where I was.
As to the relationship thing: In the middle of an angry tirade at my spouse, I said, "Just because I'm angry at you doesn't mean I don't love you." And everything stopped: I got a hug and have been told since that that's when my spouse was sure we would last.
I vote for love as the most important thing in the world. Not everyone does. (Isn't the story of Tristan and Isolde about honor being more important than love?)

 

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