The deepest most intimate conversations are never had face to face, always with a screen or a blank page. Maybe it's the fact that our bodies pick up signals from the other person that steer our conversations. Take that out of the equation and what you get is a beautiful expression of the scars below. The gradually decreasing weights of our phones and tablets and their ever increasing presence in our lives may have rendered us as a species incapable of truly talking to one another. A strange feeling then to find yourself in the midst of a slightly intoxicated conversation defending a very random practice of spouse bashing via jokes and banter. Perhaps to lighten the mood in a semi social gathering, perhaps just to lend a bit of an icebreaker. But then again true intimacy is hard as they say, and if you really don't have true intimacy in your life, is there such a thing as a true union?
A slightly intoxicated me wonders why we take so casually the institution of marriage and why we so easily assume that lightweight spouse bashing is all "just in good fun"
A slightly intoxicated me looks around the table staring at these fine young men and women some who proclaim their undying love in one breath and talk about drinking behind their spouses back in the other
A slightly intoxicated me heads home writing this post in the taxi, making silent promises to myself that I will never be like that.
But then again, some of those jokes are funny
