Marriage Part 9: Clingons

Not the ones from Star Trek – although if they were a factor in my post marital life, that would be SO cool! See Marriage Part 8.

There’s every reason I should wait untill I get married to philosophise on such matters but then supporting theory with fact would very much risk the reputation of my blog [and myself] as a Know-Nothing-Know-It-All and well, we don’t want that.

My 9th issue with the organisation that is Marriage is the dependency it surfaces in one half or the entirety of the married pair.

While a level of dependency is necessary for the happy institute, I become very quizzical when I see individuals erasing all boundaries that uphold a sense of personal reliance. Take for example the woman who needs to call her husband an average of 15 times a day to enquire after the minutiae of their day.

“Did you get my email?”

“Where were you just then when I rang?”

“Were you at your desk before?”

“Your phone’s been off the hook since 2pm.”

“Are you at your desk now?”

“I thought you said the meeting would only go to 2:30?”

“Shall I get soap during our grocery run?”

And all this is just during the business day when the lovebirds have been separated by the cruelty of a capitalist system that requires them both to dance for their dinner. Some of the less inane queries have been omitted (and purposely so) from the above list of shame because they’re about relevant things, like, dinner options and bills.

To make matters worse (because there is always, always room for improvement), the receiver of these calls drops everything (yes, even discussions related to critical system issues) to attend to these calls. How does he not go nuts with all this contact? If I required so desperately to be coddled by my partner’s reassuring gaze, hopefully my family will shoot me. In the event a ridiculous sense of “justice” gets in the way, I’d get a job sitting in the next cubicle, preferably taking the partitions out. Does it not bother you that your partner in life can’t manage a grocery aisle without your input?

Second case in point, the friendless husband. Can I get an Oh. My. God. followed by the contact number for the Rent-A-Friend hotline, please? There’s always a niceness in knowing your husband (or wife) puts you on number one on his (or her) list of priorities. You would want to know that their time is first reserved for you and then others. What’s not nice is when this guy (or girl) doesn’t want to create their own social experiences. Everything for this individual centres on their partner. I have no idea what this kind of person does BEFORE they enter a connubial state. There really isn’t any where their partner can go that they won’t want to tag along. They will not understand why their partner’s friends don’t do “couples day outs” all the time or why their partner even needs to see people outside of their heavenly union. Taking any sort of time out from this person becomes a feat of epic proportions and a lot of people, for the sake of their marriage, just end up cutting themselves out of their previously led lives. Thank you disappointment, welcome resentment.

How do you even grow as a couple if you don’t like doing different things? How does your life develop any perspective if you don’t introduce diversity into your world through modified interests?

I personally like the concept of spending time apart (from any one I’m close to). It very much rejuvenates my need for them. It also gives me a modified perspective on all the things we share a commonality in. Some relationships are so consuming you tend to take on the other person’s traits rather than acting out your own. Removing yourself from the cocoon of comfort is an apt way to test your mettle against the torrent of social expectations.

I don’t pretend to understand Clingons. I just hope I don’t end up with one.

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6 thoughts on “Marriage Part 9: Clingons

  1. Never say never. That is all I can say.I would complain endlessly about one of my uni friends, who would CALL HIS GIRLFRIEND IN BETWEEN CATCHING BUSES if he had 5 mins to spare. Now I feel like calling my husband every second of the day.

    And I’ve been married for over 10 years.

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