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.
4 comments:
You were doing something much more exciting than I was that night. I was studying for a midterm exam at university.
Communication
Committment
Compromise
That's what I have always told newlyweds. It has worked for us. Married 25 years.
:)
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?
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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