I have discovered another category that lives in the business barracks,on the floor of barter, marketing and presentation.
Nameplate: Marriage.
Observation teaches that all relationships are like plants; the seeds are sowed when eyes meet,growth is ensured as you hold hands, flowers bloom when you kiss and then like autumn it goes dry.Like a ditch in summer dies it's natural death, only to be reborn in spring and rain when frogs croak.
Marriage, unlike most plants; rots, it does not die, degenerates till it starts to stink. Like weed, it smells fowl and is equally addictive. Repulsive to the thought of being pulled out and forced to grow. It is a slow systematic decay of love, devotion, trust, communication and sex and not in that order.
It is like a bad habit- you know it's there, you know something is wrong but you can’t reverse it. Procrastination and avoidance are its two hands: it’s best to ignore and change the room or the side of the bed than confront. Also saying it when the moment is right and knowing that the right time will never arise is great relief.
Marriage is a garden: a perpetual responsibility. You have to water it every single day of your life, clip it, trim it to keep it alive and looking good. Forget it for a couple of days or take a break, relax, breathe and it’s gone! It's drying and the weeds have outgrown, the damage is irreversible.
The situation makes you feel dysfunctional and emetic. But once you get used to the smell of decay and vomit, like the doctors get used to the hospital smell or workers at the petrol station; you won’t bat an eyelid. It will be ‘as things are’.You will rebuke and miss it, when you witness a fresh breeze of love on beaches and at bandstand. You will rush back to it, cuddle and cajole in warm breeding grounds.
It's the same feeling as inhaling Bombay’s carbon mono oxide,once you are addicted to it, inhaling fresh air makes you sick.
