I’ve been plinking at this blog post on and off for about a month now. The actual words have been writhing on the page like the tentacles of some ecstasy-crazed raver octopus, too uncoordinated to move in any actual direction. I got a fair way through a pretty stuffy discussion of persistence of vision and how it applied to romance before deciding that it was too, well, stuffy.
So. I’ll pose the question that’s been vexing me straight out.
Why the hell did you get married?