Surviving the Distance
June 12, 2007 9:13 PM Subscribe
Some advice on making a long-distance relationship work. I just wanted to throw out this link/topic and ask what people think makes a long-distance relationship successful or what makes it fail. It's anyone's guess based on what I found online, but the article brought up interesting points. Feel free to post from personal experience or the article ideas. Thanks!
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Three can keep a secret if two are dead.
This is an advice thread, isn't it?
posted by hermitosis at 9:17 PM on June 12, 2007
This is an advice thread, isn't it?
posted by hermitosis at 9:17 PM on June 12, 2007
Oh dear.
posted by ThePinkSuperhero at 9:19 PM on June 12, 2007 [1 favorite]
posted by ThePinkSuperhero at 9:19 PM on June 12, 2007 [1 favorite]
Act V. Scene V.
Pomfret. The Dungeon of the Castle.
Enter KING RICHARD.
King Richard: I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I’ll hammer it out.
My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul;
My soul the father: and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix’d
With scruples, and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, ‘Come, little ones;’ and then again,
‘It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a needle’s eye.’
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune’s slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there:
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Of such as have before endur’d the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king’d again; and by and by
Think that I am unking’d by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate’er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleas’d, till he be eas’d
With being nothing. Music do I hear? [Music.
Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men’s lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To check time broke in a disorder’d string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours; but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke’s proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o’ the clock.
This music mads me: let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For ’tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
posted by four panels at 9:21 PM on June 12, 2007
Pomfret. The Dungeon of the Castle.
Enter KING RICHARD.
King Richard: I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I’ll hammer it out.
My brain I’ll prove the female to my soul;
My soul the father: and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix’d
With scruples, and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, ‘Come, little ones;’ and then again,
‘It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a needle’s eye.’
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune’s slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there:
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortune on the back
Of such as have before endur’d the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king’d again; and by and by
Think that I am unking’d by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate’er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleas’d, till he be eas’d
With being nothing. Music do I hear? [Music.
Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men’s lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To check time broke in a disorder’d string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours; but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke’s proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o’ the clock.
This music mads me: let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For ’tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
posted by four panels at 9:21 PM on June 12, 2007
Flagged as "noise". Please take questions to ask.metafilter.com
posted by lupus_yonderboy at 9:24 PM on June 12, 2007
posted by lupus_yonderboy at 9:24 PM on June 12, 2007
Wow, that's the least insightful, worst written piece of tripe I've seen in a while. It's also completely lacking a youtube link.
posted by Hildegarde at 9:25 PM on June 12, 2007
posted by Hildegarde at 9:25 PM on June 12, 2007
Paging Tiberius Caesar...
(I posted this in the fish pedicure thread earlier and it wound up being the last comment. Perhaps it's magical and will have the same effect in this thread...)
posted by hermitosis at 9:28 PM on June 12, 2007
"He had little boys trained as minnows to chase him when he went swimming and to get between his legs and nibble him. He also had babies not weaned from their mother breast suck at his chest and groin."
(I posted this in the fish pedicure thread earlier and it wound up being the last comment. Perhaps it's magical and will have the same effect in this thread...)
posted by hermitosis at 9:28 PM on June 12, 2007
What part of "If this is your first post, please read the guidelines." went over your head?
posted by CitrusFreak12 at 9:30 PM on June 12, 2007
posted by CitrusFreak12 at 9:30 PM on June 12, 2007
Well, it was worth trying, anyhow.
posted by hermitosis at 9:35 PM on June 12, 2007
posted by hermitosis at 9:35 PM on June 12, 2007
My wife and I tend to shout at each other a lot, and provided we're not out of earshot, things seem to work out OK. Mind you, 90% of the time I have no clue as to what she's saying.
Mostly I suspect it's compliments.
Shouldn't this post be on Digg?
posted by mattoxic at 9:36 PM on June 12, 2007
Mostly I suspect it's compliments.
Shouldn't this post be on Digg?
posted by mattoxic at 9:36 PM on June 12, 2007
RALPH IS A VIKING
posted by ninjew at 9:40 PM on June 12, 2007 [1 favorite]
posted by ninjew at 9:40 PM on June 12, 2007 [1 favorite]
Challenging and difficult, though they may not be what we want to hear, are the words that best describe long distance relationships.
THIS WRITING MAKES ME WANT TO KILL!!!
Long Distance Relationships share the same facts as an average relationship.
Actually, now it's just kind of cracking me up.
posted by mr_roboto at 9:43 PM on June 12, 2007
THIS WRITING MAKES ME WANT TO KILL!!!
Long Distance Relationships share the same facts as an average relationship.
Actually, now it's just kind of cracking me up.
posted by mr_roboto at 9:43 PM on June 12, 2007
I wish that my relationship to this post were long-distance.
posted by chinston at 9:44 PM on June 12, 2007 [2 favorites]
posted by chinston at 9:44 PM on June 12, 2007 [2 favorites]
stavrogin - we've already dealt with this. Ralph clearly believes that he becomes a viking when he sleeps.
posted by Baby_Balrog at 9:46 PM on June 12, 2007
posted by Baby_Balrog at 9:46 PM on June 12, 2007
I had a long-distance relationship once.
It didn't work.
They never work.
There.
posted by notmydesk at 9:46 PM on June 12, 2007
It didn't work.
They never work.
There.
posted by notmydesk at 9:46 PM on June 12, 2007
I suspect this thread isn't long for this world.
Sad, really, since I'm IN a long-distance relationship, and this might've actually been SORT of helpful . . .
posted by CommonSense at 9:47 PM on June 12, 2007
Sad, really, since I'm IN a long-distance relationship, and this might've actually been SORT of helpful . . .
posted by CommonSense at 9:47 PM on June 12, 2007
This article failed to mention the importance of phone sex, the key to a lasting long distance relationship.
posted by Holy foxy moxie batman! at 9:49 PM on June 12, 2007
posted by Holy foxy moxie batman! at 9:49 PM on June 12, 2007
HolyFoxy: And, umm . . . webcams.
I mean . . . so I've HEARD.
posted by CommonSense at 9:51 PM on June 12, 2007
I mean . . . so I've HEARD.
posted by CommonSense at 9:51 PM on June 12, 2007
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