(original art by Herta Burbe)
The people on the couch don’t exist. It’s an unrealistic expectation nobody actually has.
Edit: the unrealistic part is that they have so few corners to fit and they fit perfectly. It’s more complicated than that.
I don’t quite agree. Yes, it’s not as pronounced as it is displayed here, but there’s still definitely a difference in statistical compatibility amount. If you have a very unusual life situation, with a non-neurotypical mental structure, the amount of compatible partners gets smaller and smaller compared to people that have a more “common” (specifically not using the word normal here) setup going.
LGBTQ+ and non standard life situation gets ya basically zero partners, too. The dating pool for MLM is already tiny compared to cishet dating. Add into that being a caregiver for your parents and it’s basically zero dudes that are willing to even consider you as a partner. :/ But I ain’t throwing mama under the bus (or from the train) for no dick. Lol
While I have argued tor this comic being true/realistic, I vehemently reject a possible conclusion of dating pessimism based on it. I wholeheartedly believe that it’s worthwhile to try to find compatible people in any situation and no matter what kind of person you are.
I think being gay and being a caregiver for your parents is a combination that doesn’t reduce your dating pool too much :)
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting any incel shit or anything. I just mean outside of major cities, MLM dating pools are tiny. It is reasonably possibly in many areas to personally know every single out queer person on a first name basis. So a much smaller dating pool than that of cishet daters.
The caregiving aspect of it also complicates things. I don’t mean “I’m a caregiver so no one loves me!” Or anything like that. It’s more “I’m a caregiver, and it’s unreasonable to expect others to work or even be able to work around my schedule.” I can’t leave the house for more than two hours at a time, I can’t have someone stay over, and I can’t stay over at theirs. Dates are limited to activities that can be done within an hour within half an hours drive, and I have to vet their non-covidness beforehand. My life just isn’t conducive to dating/romance.
I just wanna clarify, no incel shit. Just “life is complicated” shit. Lol. We all must sacrifice certain things for others, and I willingly sacrifice that aspect for time with my parents. I love them and wouldn’t trade that time for anything else. I’m happy with my choices.
I do, however, have a mostly thriving hookup life. Lol. Gay community comes through for me there. Lmao
The notion of there being someone out there who matches you perfectly or completes you is bullshit. Relationships are complex things that require hard work and compromise if you want then to work.
This is some whiny, self-pity emo cringe and is frankly insulting to people who have made relationships work like the two on the couch who I guarantee you didn’t just fit together easily without the aforementioned hard work and compromise.
Or it’s just a comic about a fucked up dog.
What counts is not so much how compatible you are but how you deal with incompatibility.
- Leo Tolstoy
I just want to point out that their mouths do not line up. That is all.
Don’t crop out the artist.
This was clearly made by Herta Burbė, by the way.
oh, so that’s why ducks evolved weird
Life is complex. Being compatible just requires a partial match. It’s sweet that a piece of him matches up well with another life.
Is this a zoophile joke?
I don’t think so?
I think it’s alluding to people having different needs, with this dog playing one small part of their complete picture.
Maybe the other shapes are filled by friends to come, a beloved family member, more dogs, a lot more dogs, oh geez that’s so many dogs.
Or a bunch of weirdly-shaped dildos.
I think it’s just that having a four legged friend provides some companionship. (Not that the idea of soulmates is at all useful anyway)
Just recently moved and I don’t have a roommate here yet. He’s moving in at the end of the month. It’s just me and my cat and I’m incredibly lonely. I’m lying in bed feeling like shit and depressed right now and she’s on her lil bed attached to my bed because she might as well be a fuzzy shadow. Can honestly say I’d have killed myself without her because she’s the only reason I’m not dead right now
Hang in there, buddy.
Kitty being the real MVP
Hope you get a good roommate!
I get what this is saying, but I also feel like you can work on yourself to make it easier to connect with others.
Definitely, at least when it comes to most people.
While everyone should do it in some capacity, working on yourself can only go so far if you struggle in social situations because of the symptoms of disorders like autism or ADHD. Sometimes the difficulty to connect stems not from a problem with what the person is doing or saying, but others’ perception of it.
But of course, the types of people they’re surrounded by can affect things a lot, too, especially when there are differences in background, culture, or belief.
So he fucks his dog?
