I am somewhat pissed. Again.
No, it is not because yet another species of wildlife being singularly wiped-out by humans.
I am well aware that the world is royally screwed and all life will cease to exist by 2010 due to inexplicable climate change or a natural disaster.
Or the Earth being taken over by the apes by 2009
No, that is not what I am pissed at.
Pissed is a strong word though. ‘Annoyed’ then.
I am somewhat annoyed on the insolence of certain ‘unqualified’ bloggers who has taken the liberty to advise people on a variety of issues ranging from relationships to err.. well, mainly its relationships.
I am well aware that it is their hereditary right (or so they assume) to post whatever issues their shallow brains dictates them to, but at least please have some tactfulness.
You will note of this trend of providing wanton advice throughout the blogging community, and it is annoying.
Being engaged for only 2 months or lesser does not allow you to professionally provide people with the relevant advice on how to sustain a relationship much less a marriage.
It is akin to receiving advice from Paris Hilton on road safety procedures.
Or receiving advice on humility from Jose Moanrinho.
Or receiving advice on celibacy from KJ.
Utterly bloody unqualified.
Or maybe the fact that you had resorted to cutting and pasting the article from some female magazine and failing to provide the identity of the end-reader in your post, and as such, this weak attempt at blogging has lead to your readers making assumptions.
Hence my tirade.
In my humble but yet again outstanding opinion, any advice or views on relationship should be avoided like Wayne Rooney. There is no correct or wrong answer to this and don’t be too much of an insolent pup to claim to know the answer.
I have been married for 1 year and 4 months now and I’m still playing at husband. I have no bloody idea of what I’m doing but the wife is not complaining that much so I may be so bold to assume that I’m doing fine at the moment.
I am not impudent enough to assume that my marriage is going to be rosy for the next 20 or so years nor am I that pessimistic to say that this matrimonial institution of mine is going to collapse along the same timeline.
I just keep my mouth shut. Take away the thrash when I’m told and take it one day at a time.
I do have one advice though; marriage is not like as what is painted in your romance novels. Life is unfortunately not a bed of roses, so don’t try to make it one.
You’ll be disappointed with the results.
So, do us all a favour and just shut the hell up.