Crazy, Little Thing Called Marriage

Marriage reminds me of a mouse trap my father puts in our kitchen every now and then. For the mice dwelling in and around our kitchen, the disgusting human food used as the bait looks absolutely irresistible.

And not many mice are clever (besides they’re driven by hunger), that not many of them realize there’s deadly steel trapping their bodies if they push their luck to get the food. The trap is there and it’s plain too see, but why do the mice still get caught and would have to die, either quick or slow, painful death - depends on which part of the body gets into the trap?

Now back to marriage. You meet someone. You believe it’s some cosmic and destiny arrangement blah blah blah. You diagnose yourself to be in love with that person that you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with that significant other of yours. Then there’s this extravagant wedding party, as if to declare to the whole world the holy unity between you and that so-called person you love and want to grow old with.

When the honeymoon is over, little did you know that person you thought you knew inside out isn’t the same person anymore. You can’t talk anymore. You don’t bring out the best of each other anymore. Even the sex isn’t has hot as before - that if you still remember to do your spouse!:D And worse, that person you adore can really hurt you, ranging from simply having extra marital affairs, to take the kids away and won’t let you see them ever again.

So mousetrapwise, marriage is the trap, your so-called other half is the bait put in the trap, and you ... are the stupid mouse. When you are outside the trap, marriage seems to call out for you to enter. It gives you a false fantasy of living happily ever after with that person you're about to risk your life by stepping into the trap. But you're in, anyway, probably also driven by hunger to have sex in a more regular basis.

Once you’re in, you’re on a death row without possible pardon.