My opening post was pretty light-hearted, especially give the zombie theme, but my opinion on long-term anything is actually more complex.
Part of the problem I have with things like this is that people so rarely examine how they're being herded, so they don't really see it coming until they already feel like they're in bureaucratic hell, or some derivative thereof. Marriage is just an extension of that, people finding themselves making more and more concessions to wife, husband, children, church groups, neighborhood standards committees, PTA, and so on. Really, it's not any one part that causes the "problem," so to speak, but rather the implication that the jobs, relationships, or memberships are the problems.
Instead, it's to focus on what part of the machine is a problem. Personally, I have no issues with long term relationships, so that's not my personal zombie.[footnote]Let's shamble with this metaphor. Helps keep my joke consistent.[/footnote] I find that my membership with any group is pretty naturally forming and breaking. If I'm unhappy with a group or idea, I'll usually step away from it. That particular zombie doesn't haunt me often, or at all if I've got good presence of mind. My particular zombie comes from the routine. Juggling school and work, at one point, was so naturally ingrained that I felt my schedule needed to conform strictly to job and academia. It ended p burning me out pretty quick, and was a great way to collapse my mood consistently, and for days at a time.
My zombie comes from too much routine. Even the days where I convinced myself to go for a run out of the blue, or drove around just to get lost, or decided to try something I'd never done before was enough to get me out of my funk, and prepared for a long shift or the next day of classes. The routine was my personal zombie, and one I had the hardest time seeing before it was practically chewing on my neck. So, should I ever find myself shambling down the road on the hunt for tasty, gooey, delicious brains, this will probably be why.
I'm the best at what I dooooo.
Part of the problem I have with things like this is that people so rarely examine how they're being herded, so they don't really see it coming until they already feel like they're in bureaucratic hell, or some derivative thereof. Marriage is just an extension of that, people finding themselves making more and more concessions to wife, husband, children, church groups, neighborhood standards committees, PTA, and so on. Really, it's not any one part that causes the "problem," so to speak, but rather the implication that the jobs, relationships, or memberships are the problems.
Instead, it's to focus on what part of the machine is a problem. Personally, I have no issues with long term relationships, so that's not my personal zombie.[footnote]Let's shamble with this metaphor. Helps keep my joke consistent.[/footnote] I find that my membership with any group is pretty naturally forming and breaking. If I'm unhappy with a group or idea, I'll usually step away from it. That particular zombie doesn't haunt me often, or at all if I've got good presence of mind. My particular zombie comes from the routine. Juggling school and work, at one point, was so naturally ingrained that I felt my schedule needed to conform strictly to job and academia. It ended p burning me out pretty quick, and was a great way to collapse my mood consistently, and for days at a time.
My zombie comes from too much routine. Even the days where I convinced myself to go for a run out of the blue, or drove around just to get lost, or decided to try something I'd never done before was enough to get me out of my funk, and prepared for a long shift or the next day of classes. The routine was my personal zombie, and one I had the hardest time seeing before it was practically chewing on my neck. So, should I ever find myself shambling down the road on the hunt for tasty, gooey, delicious brains, this will probably be why.
I'm the best at what I dooooo.