(sorry this is me filling my quota of one serious blog a month, dick and fart jokes will return tuesday)
Last night I watched the movie The Last Kiss and was struck by something that I think is interesting. For those of you who haven’t seen it I won’t ruin it for you and give stuff away but let me give you an overall description of the film, basically it is about four guys that are reaching their thirties and all seem to hit a crisis point in their life regarding relationships. Some of their relationships failed and some of them succeeded after getting past a certain point but it really spurred me to think about divorce and why the divorce rate has increased over the last few generations.
How much of this is our parents fault?
Really since the 1980s we have been told over and over if we don’t enjoy something that we probably shouldn’t do it. If you don’t like a sport, quit. If you don’t like your career, go back to school. How many times are you told that, “Life is too short to not be happy”?
Have we as a generation continually chose the least path of resistance because we aren’t happy?
In relationships happiness and misery go hand in hand don’t they? Isn’t it a cycle, not everything will be coming up roses for the entirety of a marriage nor will your job always be perfect or your health or anything. But once we run into a tough patch or more appropriately an extend tough patch do we look to pull the ripcord because for that time period we just aren’t happy?
Do we not have the same work ethic as generations before us?
We all know relationships require work and not just on a romantic level. Your relationship with your boss, with your friends, with your neighbor, and with just about anyone else you interact with requires some level of effort. The relationship with someone you live with requires that much more because the amount you are around each other and the level of intimacy involved.
With the hyper competitive and full lifestyle that people lead these days are we too broken down to put the work in and the effort in to something many of us consider our safe place, the home?
Are our morals malleable, in the end are we a generation of hypocrites?
It often seems that generations before use seemed to live in a black and white world. We seem to realize that it is more of a shade of gray. I think we have been taught to be self aware, to analyze the world around us at a different level than other generations have. Has this been to our determinant? To me it seems like a lot of people now take the position to adjust their moral compass to whatever suits their situation because our peers don’t look at everything so cut and dry. We are much more ready to justify our poor moral choices by bending the reasoning behind our morals.
Maybe because we are so self aware we can realize when we have made a bad choice and realize that we need to correct it. Does that mean that so many of us continually make bad choices and as a group we can’t get out of our own way?
Why do you think marriage/relationships fail at a higher level with the last few generations?