I suck at marriage; three failed marriages should be sufficient evidence. Yet I'm conaidering entering this minefield for the fourth time, against all odds. I think this goes into the category "stupid" rather than "silly."
Maybe not stupid and neither silly. But stubborn, yes.
"A man who only drinks water has a secret to hide from his fellow-men" -Baudelaire
I get mad at my brother for eating the last of the cocopops, then realise he had nothing else to eat, he's only 17 and it's not his responsibility if I am too retarded to remember we have run out food.
I still carry the four clover in my god delusion book.