And I’m Not Confused About The Lack

When My Father Finally Got Around To Teaching Me To Drive, He Was Impressed At My "natural" Talent For Driving, Not Knowing That I Had Already Been Secretly Driving My Mother's Car Around The Neighborhood. When I Took The Test And Got My License And My Father Gave Me My Own Set Of Keys To The Car One Night At Dinner, It Was A Major Rite Of Passage For Him And My Mother. Their Perception Of Me Had Changed And Was Formally Acknowledged. For Me The Occasion Meant A Private Sanction To Do In Public What I Had Already Been Doing In Secret.

Sticks And Stones Will Break Our Bones, But Words Will Break Our Hearts.

Do You Ever Go Off With A Long Grocery List And Come Home From The Store With A Bunch Of Different Stuff? And Somebody In The Family Unsacks The Groceries And Wants To Know Why You Got This And Didn't Get That And Just Where Is The Whatever? And You Want To Say, 'well, Just Be Glad I Came Back, Okay?' And The Unpacker Says, 'well, Next Time Bring What's On The List.'

The Point Is That Getting Married For Lust Or Money Or Social Status Or Even Love Is Usually Trouble. The Point Is That Marriage Is A Maze Into Which We Wander - A Maze That Is Best Got Through With A Great Companion.

Clean Up Your Own Mess.