Serious

Who the fuck decided it was a good idea to classify healthy, strong relationships as “serious”? When I think of the word, “serious”, I think of a negative connotation.

Let me illustrate.


Well, that doesn’t really explain my point, but she sure looks like she’s having fun, right?

Let me try this again.
These are things I attribute the word “serious” to:
1. Brain Cancer
2. Lung Cancer
3. Cancer in general
4. Tests and Examinations
5. NASA foul ups
6. CSI’s Nick Stokes

These are things that I don’t attribute the word “serious” to:
1. Circus clowns
2. Cute puppies
3. Lemon squares
4. Relationships

I mean, if you start thinking of your relationship as, “serious” aren’t you essentially condemning yourself to a love with no sense of humor or time for fun?

I’m not saying you shouldn’t be committed or loving! Just why call it “serious”? Can’t you be in love and a little reckless at the same time without having to bring cancer into the whole thing?

And why do you always bring cancer into it? You know, at first I thought it was funny, but now it’s just distasteful.

Proof By Exhaustion

The Logistician’s Problem:
For our subject (n), sleep ceases to be a viable option at this current juncture.

Proof:
Case 1: If carnal, animal lust (hereon in referred to as variable x) prevents early bedtime ritual due to a clouding of common sense/judgment/conscience/ETC, then all night screwing fests with boyfriend (m) will ensue in place of sound nights rest.

Case 2: If work (otherwise known as variable y), requires unreasonable waking hours (factoring in such issues as long commute/unreasonable co-worker expectations), then n, much exhausted from screwing m all night, will not sleep.

Case 3: If, prior to variable y’s occurrence, yet post a bountiful and invigorating dose of variable x, subjects n and m engage in a knock-down-drag-out lover’s spat, then upon successful reconciliation (several hours later), variable x must then be re-administered (for another several hours) and n will not sleep.

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