But, seriously, I was wondering ... just what IS the point to a few things in life. What is the point when these things almost always end up in disaster?
First: What is the point of owning a pet? You get so attached to something that is only going to live a few years and then die on you. Who the hell wants to deal with that? I've been there before, and it majorly sucks. After my beloved Tiger cat of 19 years died a while ago, I refuse to ever get another pet. And if you get a dog, forget about it! You're lucky if you get more than 9 years with them. *shudder* This is especially bad if you get a pet for your children. You're basically setting your family up for heartbreak and a major crying fest in just a few years--right around the time they're almost through grade school.
|Hope you had your fun with Sparky, kids!|
Next: Owning a car. I happen to live in a city that heavily penalizes drivers due to overcrowding. Luckily I live near some really great public transportation and can get to pretty much anywhere in this city within an hour. But some of my friends have cars, and I have to seriously wonder what is the point of that. It seems you spend way more money on its upkeep than you even do on insurance and monthly notes. The other day my best friend blew out two of his tires (his fault for waiting until the last minute) and was told the third one was on its last legs as well. And the fourth tire was a used one he purchased a few years ago. Total cost of replacing all 4, plus labor and installation? Just under $1,000! The fuck? And that's just for tires. I don't even want to know what happens if you have a transmission leak.
|To infinity ... and BEYOND!|
Lastly: Dating. You're probably all thinking this was the whole point of this post, right? I'm not saying, but it does bear contemplating. What the hell is the point? After being in a relationship for 19 years only to have it crash and burn so spectacularly around me, I'm left wondering why I should even bother finding someone else to be with. Why? I thought I had already found "the one." The signs that something was wrong only really started 10 years into the relationship. Do I really want to go that long with someone else only to have it crash and burn all over again? You think I'm fucking nuts? I'm too cynical now for dating. I mean, how can I ever trust that this great feeling I have with someone new isn't just a set-up for tragedy a few years down the line? How will I ever know that this sweet, awesome person I'm falling in love with won't someday turn on me and rip my heart out of my chest like last time? I've already lost some (but not all) of the best years of my life. I can't afford to keep doing this over and over again. Yet, statistics tell me that I will have to date at least 7.35 women before I find the right one. And for some people, it takes a LOT more tries than that.
|Baby, I hope in 10 years I won't want to throw you in this river.|
So, I mean, really? What's the point?
Please tell me in the comments section below.