Tag: relationships
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The Social Contract According to Seinfeld
I’ve been watching a lot of Seinfeld recently. All of the characters perfectly straddle the line between normal and insane. Yes, even Kramer. And I’ve found I relate to all of them the most when they are defending the social contract. The social contract theory is as old as Socrates and has been argued about…
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When your dogs fight
There are really few things I care as deeply for, as I do for my dogs. One of them I’ve known since he was 6 weeks old and the other 2 I’ve known for a little over a year. There are people who I have known longer than all my dogs have been alive and…
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You and Me and We and I
You and Me and We and I are unpredictable. You is mostly caring but can be combative at times. Me is closely followed by -lancholy but when Me is alone, Peace can usually be found. When You and Me are together, Peace will stick around. But it can still feel like something is missing. We…
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What it feels like when you stop enjoying a relationship
She would make everything easier when she was around. She would make the hours go by so quickly. She could put a smile on my face at the drop of a hat. But when I was sad, she let me cry it out. She said the things I wanted to say but couldn’t. She touched…
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I hate writing about love.
Every time I try, I just end up hating myself and shoving the doc away deep in my drive. But too much has happened to ignore it any longer. When you start to feel love whether it’s for a significant other or a friend, you’ve basically just signed up for cancer. It feels so good…
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A letter to my upstairs neighbor
I’m sorry. It doesn’t have to be like this. Dodging each other in the parking lot, crossing through the grass to avoid close proximity to one another, constantly staring at something ever so intently on the ground so eye contact never occurs. Enough. You seem like a decent guy. I saw you with your daughter the…
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People watching on a Sunday
I went to church today. (To an enormous cathedral to be exact.) I sat next to a man, and who I presumed to be his girlfriend. He seemed preoccupied. Down. He had his hands between his legs. His forearms resting on his thighs like an enormous weight was on him and this was all he…
Jessica Puente 