h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I was married to my wonderful wife nearly fifteen years ago. She too likes doughnuts. I like doughnuts. Especially the cream filled ones, though, not lemon. The chocolate ones I particularly favor, but not quite as much as a fruit, preferably blueberry, and they must be warm and fresh because after they cool they're just not quite as messy. A good jelly doughnut must be at least a bit messy, so too does a good marriage (thought I'd forgotten didn't you?). The perfect marriage must be a little messy, because if it cools too much, though it may be sweet, it's just not as much fun. We all start out looking for the perfect marriage and then the perfect home, then the perfect job, then the perfect kids (hopefully with perfect grades), but if we try too hard to stick to this plan we are, sadly, doomed to be disappointed at every turn. Too much disappointment and you end up with that nasty "d" word, you can't help it. A messy marriage with a good helping of ups and downs like the surface of a good blueberry doughnut tends to let you know just how much you appreciate your mate, the one who will be there to wipe your chin and tell you just how much they care, and that no matter how bad things may get togther you can make it.
So look at the future as if it were your favorite kind of doughnut, on the surface it may be bumpy and rough, but once you bite into it, that's when the fun begins.
I hope that made some sort of demented sense. I am not very good (generally) at wise pronouncements or analogies, but I enjoyed writing it.
D. Morrison