Let's assume we simply take this statement for granted. That's exactly what we do wrong. Has it ever crossed your mind that the only reason you are alive and kicking is the fact that just for once two people didn't agree with it? Has it ever occurred to you how depressing it might be to be alone for ages (specially if you're not "Miss Bold, Bright and Shiny")? We, people, complain about partners every day, all the time, till suddenly that one question pops up: so why don't you just leave the mother-fucking bastard? They can't. We can't either. There's the snoring, the clothes scattered all over the place, the indoor smoking, the heavy beer-football combination AND the occasional sex. There's the beauty products, the fashion shows, the grunting, the moaning, the sobbing, the overannoying-complaining-everyday process AND the occasional sex. Some even dare to say "I didn't apply for this". Well, do you honestly think someone has applied for this out of shape freaking mess who answers by your name as well? It's true that we go through the most unimaginable situations when there are two of us, fucked up beings; basically from killing to dying. Sometimes we go off the deep end so often we think that happiness is just a little something strange people once told you about, a state of mind only achieved after two hours of meditation or when we are deeply high. Seriously, is being alone ever gonna be that much fun? Don't buy a double lamp set if you don't want to, but always keep that spare blanket at hand - after all, it's cold every year, aye?...
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