Wrong.. Wrong... Wrong......
Relationships. Well, Sigmund, relationships are so fragile, it just takes one thing, one...tiny little offense, and it can snowball on ya. And if that snowball starts to pick up speed, God forbid, you better tuck and go, my friend.
(after several other scenes)
And bam! The shine's off the apple. And that's when you find out that that pretty little girl you married isn't a pretty little girl at all. No, she's a man-eater. And I'm not talking about the "whoa-whoa, here she comes" kind of man-eater. I'm talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. Of course, I may have tormented her from time to time; but, honest to God, that's what I thought marriage was all about. So much so that, by the end of that relationship, I honestly don't know who I hated more -- her or me? I used to sit around and wonder...why our friends weren't trying to destroy each other, like we were. And here, it turns out, the answer's pretty simple: They weren't unhappy. We were.
And yes, I was in Niagara, trying to find answers for unknown questions, amidst the head pounding waterfalls for nearly 20 odd minutes alone, and in Cedar Point, desperately trying to instate some fear by riding 9 roller coasters, all of which failed to even make me flinch or wink while riding 'em (even unbuckling the safety belt in the last ride proved to be of no hope, the safety harness was still on coz it wasn't under my control). For record purposes, this trip was by far most the worst trip in my memory lane (from personal point of view). Am never gonna enjoy roller coasters again in my life. Suggest me the top 10 scariest rides in the world - I need to be afraid of life or else, I'm doomed to die of a certain ridiculous adventure.... :(