I spent the evening creating something* for Amy’s bridal shower, and in doing so I came across the following quote:
“Marriage, like a submarine, is only safe if you get all the way inside.” ~ Frank Pittman
What do you think people? Is this true? Or is it also possible to get inside the submarine and start freaking out after a couple of years because you’ve explored the entire interior of the vessel and are bored. Unstimulated. Cabin-fever all up in your head makes you dream of breaking free to a different life… only a survey of the exits makes you realize you’re trapped. Submerged. Surrounded by way too much past and leagues of water to risk an exit and eventual drowning, seeing as you’ll be opening the hatch without the Splash-esque save by a mermaid (or merman). Although it would be cool to meet someone who speaks lobster. (Just sayin’…)
Can you get all the way inside a marriage without submerging yourself?
*Amy’s something will most likely be showcased in a following post, you know, AFTER she gets it at her bridal shower. Because she reads this blog, or atleast, I think she reads it, and I’m cool enough not to spoil a surprise.