Some Madman’s Marriage Proposal Idea
by Jem De Ocampo
Dear Future Girlfriend,
I think I have already asked you this in so many different ways during our dates and communications, but being direct is also essential, so here: Will you marry me?
And again, I do not want your answer just yet. I still have not reminded you again about what I exactly mean by that question. What do I exactly mean by that, then?
Will you go into everyday battle against me until one of us dies? After all, I am a proud fool, and you are a proud fool, and if one person cannot decisively fix another, then I would rather have us try to outdo each other in terms of progressing in being truly oneself, whatever we think that should be. I know that we can do that even outside of marriage, but I cannot imagine fighting being so much fun without the both of us living under the same roof. And if we have to have children, then they can join in the fighting and be like how we were with our own families.
Again, this is part of how I see true love and its eternal perfection, my love. Let us assume that love is blind, and I shall also assume that love also has its enhanced remaining four senses that can still track our sacks of crap that we try to hide every single day. Let us assume that love knows no bounds, and I shall also assume that love shall go against our prideful assumptions about its bounds, no matter how popular our prideful assumptions are. Let us assume that love conquers all, and I shall also assume that love has already humbly defeated and shall defeat us without ever losing since the beginning of everything and even despite and through the pain we give it, letting us defeated fools perceive our losses how we like and never forcing us to accept our losses like we usually would against those we consider our own enemies.
And again, there are so many beautiful women in the world, and I could gather a harem of them for a battle royale, but no matter how much I believe in my delusions about such things, one woman is already more than enough for a man to handle, just like how one man is already more than enough for a woman to handle. Plus, I would rather fight one opponent at a time, and I would like to properly see our fighting through. And while marriage will not completely erase the risk of one of us boring the other, I would rather die fighting you than live escaping you once we are married.
So if you think that we cannot ever be worthy and worthier opponents to each other in such a way of life, or if you think that this sort of fighting is not meant for you, then please refuse my proposal, and I shall still continue to wish you more truly worthwhile fights, whatever they must be for you. I love you, yes, but love is not necessarily romantic and erotic.
But if you do accept my proposal, then I would be very honored to serve and fight you at such higher levels.
So again, I ask you: Will you marry me?
Jem De Ocampo