Real cynics aren't born, they're stewed.

[spatch]

This one's really dark, folks.

When you're in a growl and the whole state of affairs sucks golf balls through garden hoses and you're still mad at Zipcar for those insulting "sex vs parking" ads, your favorite entertainment is gonna be thinking ill of other people. IN YOUR HEAD.

Sitting on the T, then, pondering the fates of the happy couples around us. 6 months, tops. He's cheating on her. She's just not into him. Loveless trophy marriage. Ugh, fratboy love.

Then we spot the elderly couple. Together so long they feel comfortable in each other's presence, no matter where they are. Silver-haired, inwardly beaming. Her arm rests over his.

And we stop cold and reflect for just a moment. How can we possibly laugh off all relationships when it's clear just from looking at these two that yes, two people can make it together for so long? And we feel like heels for what we've been doing. And pause to make amends.

Heart attack. In his sleep. It's peaceful. And she goes on.

Comments

I like it dark.

[mwittier.livejournal.com]

How do you know the Silvers didn't hook up last weekend at some wrinkly flesh swap meet, and that's just afterglow? Or that they're not siblings who waited all of these long years for everyone who might knowingly disapprove to die off, and now they have, so they're incestuously happy at last?

Re: I like it dark.

[jodied.livejournal.com]

OMG.

You win the dark award!