So, I am convinced that only mad people get married. Why else would two people try to combine two insane schedules AND agree to do so for the rest of their lives? Only madness would explain such a decision.
When I commit “to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as we both shall live,” that includes when the car breaks down, when we don’t have time to go grocery shopping, when we haven’t eaten a meal together all week, when I fall asleep before he gets in bed and wake up after he’s already gone. Madness.
Why else would they call it madly in love? I hate to quote Nietzsche.
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
Perhaps the madness is worth it. Perhaps in the midst of madness, I’m really just maintaining my sanity. But if I’m mad, it’s ok. Like Alice said, “All the best people are.”