Awkward Car Drive

Snakes DO have bones.

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The blanket gets heavier every day

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Me, in bed, staring at the ceiling.

[holypureashes]

Hey, those days are long gone

[luckily]

Rumble Fish (1983)

[realfootage]

[necessary-disorder]

[the-memedaddy]

meirl

[the-memedaddy]

Me irl

[homoz]

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if you come around

[bimbandboozled]

created by @dangernoodle488

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~Wish I had gone to GreyDay, but here’s a gem from the global epidemic tour~

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Stolen

[sickestsweetheart]

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[berkeleyhippie]

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The Jigsaw

Here’s a summarization of Daniel Sloss’s message in his Netflix special “Jigsaw,” which everyone struggling with relationships should see.

Imagine all of our lives are like our own individual jigsaw puzzles. As we’re going through life, we’re just slowly piecing it together, bit by bit, based on experiences and lessons that we’ve learned, until we get the best picture, but the thing is everyone has also lost the box for their jigsaw. So none of us know what the image we’re trying to make is, we’re just confidently fucking guessing. So the best way to do a jigsaw, when you don’t have the image to work off, is to start from the outside, the sides and the four corners.

Family. Friends. Hobbies/interests. Job.

Now obviously, as you go through life, some of these bits are subject to change, but once you’ve got the stuff on the outside, what’s the main bit of the image? What we are all working towards? That’s the partner piece. This perfect person who you’ve never met before comes out of nowhere, fits your life perfectly, completes you and makes you whole for the first time in your life.

This “jigsaw” mentality is known to us all as an unspoken rule of life. The problem is what this manifests as is this-

If you are not with someone,

you are broken.

If you are not with someone,

you are incomplete.

If you are not with someone,

you are not whole.

That’s something we as a society have made every single child in the past 40 years feel. Every Disney princess has a prince, every prince has a princess. Everyone needs someone right?

Yeah.

Every relationship on the outside is perfect, because none of us are willing to admit that none of us know what the fuck we’re doing, and when you raise children in that world, where everything points towards love and everything’s perfect on the outside for 18 fucking years, when we become an adult, we’re so terrified. We’re trying so hard that some of us will take the wrong person, the wrong jigsaw piece, and just fucking jam them into our jigsaws anyway, denying that they clearly don’t fit. I’m gonna force this fucking person into our lives because we’d much rather have something than nothing. Then five years later, you’re stood looking at a jigsaw you don’t recognize.

Maybe you do meet the perfect person. Maybe you meet them, you go out. They make you laugh. You make them laugh. They’ve got a stupid laugh, but you fucking love it. They like what you like. They like your idiosyncrasies. It’s great. It’s perfect. Oh, my God, they’ve completed you.

For three months.

Every relationship is perfect for three months. And here’s why. ‘Cause after three months, that’s when you realize that nobody else is a jigsaw piece. Everyone else on this planet is as deep and as complex an individual as you are, which means they too have spent the last 20 or so years of their life working on their own jigsaw puzzle, in the same way that you’ve been working on yours. You can’t suddenly expect them to give up everything they’ve come to achieve to suddenly fit into yours in the same way that you’d be pissed off if they asked you to sacrifice everything you’ve done, suddenly come fit into theirs, but now, because you love each other, you now have to make a jigsaw together.

We all know how fucking annoying that is.

But you do it ’cause you’re in love, and maybe for the first couple years it’s great. It’s like, “Oh, my God, you love this bit of me. I love this bit of you,” but time does not equal success. You can spend five or more years with someone, and only then, after all the fun you had, be looking at the jigsaw and realize you’re both working towards very different images. Only then realize that you want different things. And in that moment, you have very, very difficult questions to ask yourself.

1. Do I admit the last five years of my life have been a waste?

2. Do I waste the rest of my life?

55% of marriages end in divorce. 99.0% of relationships that started before they are 30 end. If those were the stats for surgery, none of us would fucking risk it, but because it’s love and we’re stupid, we just lie on the operating table like, “Maybe this time I won’t die inside.” Our generation has become so obsessed with starting the rest of our lives that we’re willing to give up the one we’re currently living.

We have romanticized the idea of romance, and it is cancerous.