(July 4, 2015 at 11:27 am)c172 Wrote: I'm sort of stuck in the world of lust. I'm 39 (the big 4-0 in December) and never got around to marrying. I guess I'm a bit of a cynic, there. People my age seem to be divorcing a whole hell of a lot more than, say, my grandparents generation. I find that a bit disconcerting. More than a bit.
Doesn't mean I don't look at pretty girls. Heck, as we know, I like soccer. And much of that soccer is women's. The looks are not lost on me.
But, that's all lust. I wonder what all happens when we all get older and lose our looks. Therein would lie the actual definition of love, methinks. And I can't envision it.
Hence, I feel better single.
Talking about previous generations, my granddad is pretty much the exact opposite to me, him and my grandmother were in the newspaper for being married some ridiculous amount of time, 70 or 60 years maybe. I think they got an email from the queen for it or something along those lines. It sounds like a joke but it's true.
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
