When it comes down to it, humans are violent creatures.
Eh... I'd question that. I'm not violent. I have occasionally done violent things, lol, but after
I grew up, it's been in defense of others, myself, and/or my property. And even that is... much more controlled and considered these days. Like the time several years ago when I caught some thief crawling into my basement window. I'm sure I could have ran up to the living room and grabbed the nearest firearm. But I figured a home run swing to both his shoulder/clavicle areas would be more than enough. And it was - I never saw the guy again after I dragged him back out of the window and out to the road, LMFAO.
Maybe this is a more accurate statement:
Juvenile-minded halfwit examples of Homo sapiens can be violent. Some of us grow up a little. Err...
eventually.
All the apes are rather violent, actually. Chimps are the worst.
I know some of them hurl their feces. And I didn't need to know a single other thing to realize I didn't wish to be their neighbors.
They hunt in gangs and kill rivals and in some cases eat them
Arguably (actually, it's not even arguable), this is a much better use for a dead thing than pumping it full of formeldehyde, sewing its eyes and mouth shut, stuffing cotton up its arse, sticking it into $600 worth of a box (that cost $10,000), and burying
that.
So warfare and murder and even cannibalism are not exclusive to humans.
As far as I have been able to determine, only the apparent love of destroying one's environment and watching so-called "
Reality TV" are traits exclusive to humans. Almost everything else, in one form or another, to one degree or other... can be observed in one or more other species - even self-delusion and addiction.
As for human relationships, they seem to have built in time bombs that go off after 4 years.
I'm going to have to consider that to be a pile of steaming horse sh!t. There's no "built-in time bomb" involved Take away television, the Internet, and all the fucktards in the Asshole of the Universe (Hollywood) and other places that delight in portraying the most extreme, disgusting sh!t - and then putting more effort than it'd take to set up a self-supporting colony on one of the outer planets' moons into turning that crap into mainstream behavior... and the average goes up markedly. Treat a relationship as something precious, something that is to be treasured and nourished instead of, you know... "Well, I'm out of money and I'm starting to sober up - and I can't get hard no matter how many strippers bounce on my lap, so I guess I might as well go home to the old lady..." and "That son of a b!tch p!ssed me off, f*ck him, I'll just go and get with someone else - just like Momma did 17 times..." and the average goes up markedly.
Pop wasn't perfect - and never claimed to be. Same with Mom. And they had their... disagreements, lol. But he didn't get mad and go close down the bars like a 15-year old, and she didn't give up at the first sign of trouble and run home to her Mom. Why? Because they both figured their relationship was worth a little more effort than you'd spend hooking up with that one-night stand you drunkenly knocked boots with one night because you were
bored.
Not perfect. But they were married, IDK, 42 years or thereabouts. Would probably be married today if Dad hadn't died. In fact, I figure his love for Mom is why he lasted so long, there at the end. My brother and I got called to the hospital, Mom was there, Dad was in the bed. His cancer doctor was there, talking about how the only meds that might even have a
chance to touch his pain (one of the cancers was bone cancer) would further depress his lung function (lung cancer, too) to the extent that he might not see morning - but, if he could hold out against the pain, he
might make it another week. And then he said something (I can't say I was fully tracking at that point in time) about putting his affairs in order and saying goodbye to his loved ones, then he left the room. And Pop, well... he joked(?) about how it didn't look like he'd get the house paid off after all, and was sure glad they'd always paid for that insurance where it gets paid off if the head of household dies. Looked at his two (surviving) sons and told us that he was glad that he got the chance to see us grow up, I think he expressed regret that he wouldn't get to see us much more but that he figured we'd probably make it. Said something about all the beautiful country he'd gotten to see, the hunting he'd done (not for sport - we ate it), the fishing - he'd even gotten to go to Canada on a fishing trip once - and all that. Reckoned he might have managed to help a few people along the way. And the pain... IDK how it wouldn't have been something to look forward to leaving behind at that point.
Then he looked at Mom - and started crying. Said he didn't want to leave her. And he didn't. Even managed to go home, for a bit. Now he was pretty frail at that point, couldn't breathe worth a sh!t... Mom was the only one working - and she was already 60, 61 or so. "Unskilled labor" for an old woman around here means working as a cleaning woman, doing a different house every day, hitting each one like it's Spring cleaning at your own house, doing everything you can to do a good job because you're old and slow and really,
really need the work. And a doctor butchered her bladder years ago, so she's got like a 1/2-ounce bladder capacity. Imagine just how many times in one day you'd have to go pee. So... yeah. Mom didn't stop for a lunch break. Didn't take any break unless you count running to the bathroom. She doesn't drink
anything until she's all done and home for the day, or eat either. And she was running back and forth taking care of Dad, working, et cetera. It was... wearing on her. So Dad started getting up, making his way to the kitchen, and making her a pot of tea or coffee, that she'd be able to have a cup when she first got home. One day she found him in the kitchen floor, after he'd fallen and was unable to get up or crawl back to bed. So... back to the hospital.
And there he stayed, fighting to live - for almost two more years. Because he didn't want to leave his wife by herself, because every day... he just wanted to be able to see her for one... more... day. Somewhere along the line, there was some talk of moving him to "hospice," I guess that means a place to die? I heard his doctor yelling at some hospital (insurance? IDFK) bean counter about
that. (By that time, you could usually walk into Pop's room and - if he didn't already have a family member or good friend visiting - pretty much expect to see his doctor sitting beside the bed, just hanging out, lol. I guess... IDK, I guess maybe the doctor couldn't figure out HtH Pop was still alive considering that multiple cancers were all through his body and he'd never experienced that level of... willpower before.)
That wasn't lust, or chemicals. That was
love, brother. Instead of going out and running around, splitting at the merest hint of a problem, or eagerly watching television to see what new obscenity they could parrot... they just got on with life - together.
I saw an interview with George Lucas some years ago, and he advised one thing after breaking up and/or divorce: no matter how much you want to go see your ex, or call her, don't do it.
Why in seventeen hells would anyone with even ONE functioning brain cell even
want to, FFS? That's like insisting on petting a dog that, well, just wants to eat your hand, lol. The first time it takes a finger, that
might not be your fault. But the second time... it's not only your fault, you more than likely deserve to lose that second finger :rolleyes3 .
I was married for a short time (barely over nine years). <SHRUGS> It didn't work out. We divorced about 15 years ago. I think I saw her a couple times - in traffic. I didn't even beep. There's fighting to keep a relationship strong, or to heal one that is... ill - and then there's beating a dead horse long after that horse has decomposed. Aint no future in the latter.
my last LTR of 4 years was average.
That's not a long-term relationship, lol, that's like... an extended sleepover
.
Average in that anthropologists did global research and took into account all cultures, races and religions of humans now and in the past, and calculated what the average span of a marriage or domestic partnership is and was for recorded history and even from evidence from pre-recorded history.
That seems rather low. At least if "external influences" like death, getting one's spouse taken in a raid, etc. are discounted.
The overall average sexual relationship is and was 4 years.
Ah, well... If a person uses his
pecker to do his relationship thinking... there's yer problem, lol.
I know a guy that got divorced because he was only getting his hook wet a couple times per year (his (now ex-)wife has advanced muscular dystrophy). He did cheat on his wife - and after only 22 years of marriage, too[/SARCASM]. I... guess I'd consider that one to be "special circumstances," though.
After that women seem to go into pecking mode and/or men get the itch for other women.
<COUGH>Cop-out<COUGH>
Survival of the species through more relationships.
Yeah, that strategy sure seems to be
advancing the human race. (That's sarcasm again
.)