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In Intellectual compatibility, Love, Marriage, Popular Culture on April 29, 2011 at 1:43 PM

The deed at last is finally done. They’ve officially become the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Prince William and the former Catherine Elizabeth Middleton were married today in a lavish ceremony at storied Westminster Abbey.

The bride emerged gingerly from the Royal Bentley wearing a modest dress almost unmarred by wrinkles, a modest diamond tiara borrowed from Her Majesty The Queen, and an even more modest attendant entourage comprised solely of her kid sister, Philippa. The entire affair was the very definition of dignified, modest, reverential restraint.

I got the sense, this wedding was, fur this couple, really all about getting married. After all, the couple has been together almost as long as Prince William’s parents managed to stay married.

William and Kate survived a public breakup during their long courtship and have come through that stronger and more committed than ever. They’re mature adults, both nearly 30. They’re not unevenly yoked.

They appear intellectually compatible, which is way more valuable, desirable, even more important than sex! After all, they may not have sex every day, but they will have to talk and listen to one another every day! Way more important.

Talking. Listening. Intellectual compatibility is enjoying and finding joy in the thinking patterns, rhythms, conversation and companionship of another.

It’s like grrreat sex! Infinitely more difficult to get over when you lose it and even more difficult to live without once you’ve experienced it. Intellectual compatibility. It’s that good. Ask Hillary Clinton!

Clearly, William and Kate are entering into this arrangement willingly, with eyes wide open and with a steely determination to make a success of it.

Both their immediate families enjoy strong, healthy marriages. William will be King. His bride will be Queen. All without any of the messy dramas that played out in the tabloids fur past generations of the Royal family.

Congratulations all you winners!

She is such a fan’a marriage. It’s a shame She never really got to have it. She’d have been a grrreat wife because She gets it. When you think about it, marriage is just like responsible pet ownership.

*pawses fur the deafening din of hysterical gales of laughter to subside*

It’s true! How many People get a dog because they hope he will “complete” them? Or because they are indulging a mistaken belief the dog will “make them happy?” No. People, the majority emotionally balanced, psychologically healthy, thinking People, at least, get dogs because they get it. They get there truly is more happiness in giving than there is in receiving.

In marriage, when both parties place the needs and desires of the other above their own, they realize they get back 1000 fold what they give and that without the requisite expectation of quid quo pro. They genuinely do not expect a “great reward.” Unlike the wife of Lot, they’re not looking over their shoulders fur anything.

Loving their partner– responding to their joys, sharing the same experiences, the same goals, the same house, the same bed; being in a committed relationship with another Person, not experiencing life alone in a vacuum– that’s the superlative joy of being married. It is, in a phrase, being in a position of having ♫someone to watch over…

Don’t you just love caring fur your dog? Fussing over what he eats? Taking note of even the most subtle change in his temperament or demeanor? Feeling concern when he is ill and elation when he is recovered? Stumbling upon something in your favorite pet shop that you just know your pet is gonna lub?

That almost unbearably overwhelming sensation of the heart that unexpectedly comes over you when you observe your pet asleep, tummies are full, the house is warm, still and quiet, Stephen Colbert just made you laugh uproariously and out loud, it’s just you and your dog, and at that moment, everything– actually and quite literally– everything is all right with the world.

That’s marriage.

It’s not about being in love “whatever ‘in love’ means.” Love is like a flame. It requires the occasional infusion of fuel. Think about it– Do you keep your physical fireplace going every day? Why do People expect to “feel” passionately in love everyday? Marriage is more than a feeling.

Marriage is the safe haven, the well stocked shelter from all the noise and buffeting storms coming at it from the outside. Marriage is about deciding to surmount the dribbling mundane events of life, together every day.

“Love does not keep account of the injury.”

Marriage is about putting up with one another. It’s about liking your partner even when they are their most unlikable, remembering they’re not always that way. Marriage is always looking forward to tomorrow with hope; expecting it will be better simply because when tomorrow does come, (and tomorrow always comes), it arrives with both of you still standing there.

♫♫Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow’s out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone. Help me make it through the night.

All of this nonsense about fairy tales and happy endings. They’re all about as credible as Santa Claus and Harvey the giant rabbit. It’s so TEA party to stubbornly and passionately continue entrenched in these ri-lick-cules beliefs and standards about happiness. You’re not “in love” with your partner every day. What you are every day is married.

Good luck William and Kate!

So much better to look to self. After all, your Self– Your thoughts, your behaviors, your expectations, YOU are the only thing you can ever really exercise complete responsibility over.

You and your dog.

So, when it’s your turn to get married, Decide. Are you in it to give of yourself whole souled or are you in it to fulfill your own selfish desires? Fur what you can get?

C’mon. Decide. It’s your decision.

Goodwill Energies I direct
Toward each and every one of you
Each and every day!
❝And there came to be evening and there came to be morning…❞
There’s a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we’re often told, “seek and ye shall find”
So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret I’d like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over meI’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

That’s life, today!

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