COMFORMILIARITY

Whether it's braver to be with someone or be alone, I know not.



People have been happy either way, as well as miserable, so who's to tell?

The one thing I've learned to be true about all relationships is that they are all complex. Oddly enough that sounds like over-simplifying things but there is no other way to put it. The merging of two lives, their histories, emotions, personalities, values, dreams and fears, is a delicate, explosive and ongoing process. Some manage better than others, some not at all, but the only way to really know is to be part of that relationship' as the outsider is only permitted to see so much. Whether a couple is happy or miserable or in-between is based soully on what they allow the outside world to see of their interactions, right? That bitchy pair at the table next to you in a restaurant might be the snuggliest of snuggle bunnies at home in front of the tv and a CSI marathon. The super-smoochies in the park might keep the neighbors up with their screaming at night. And maybe, just maybe, the stand-offish, doesn't look like they ever even talk to each other types might be perfectly content with each other and their life together. Do church bells and celestial choirs mean perpetual bliss? Or can the average person be happy with the comfortable and familiar (and only occasionally loud, passionate, aggravating, and ridiculous)? Perhaps love resides in acceptance and grows in understanding.