Why? I mean, seriously, why? I cheat on you, you never know, we go to our deathbeds feeling a strength of love and companionship no one, or barely no one, gets to feel....who the FUCK cares? I mean, really? What is real outside of what we know to be real? And what if reality, as we conceive of it, is just the shit we know and we wish we didn't. And if you don't believe in god or retribution, isn't perceived reality more important? If all you know is all there is, and there's no god to judge and no big reveal at death, aren't you better off not knowing?

Reddit, for being atheist, is incredibly illogical in its interpretation of cheating.

And what if, 95% of relationships have some form of infidelity in them. What if that's true. And most people just...move on. They don't talk about it, tell their kids or co-workers, just get privately angry and work it out. And they heal, love each other through it, make it work, and die together. And no one knows. And then we use that as a bench mark for what our marriages can and should be.

Or what if monogamy was only one-sided (as it has been in nearly all of American History) and you getting eaten out by your BFF as a woman wasn't sex because no penis was involved so all was well and you were faithful. Or prostitutes didn't count. Welcome to the 19th Century.

I am monogamous in the way you'd think of it, in this time and place. I am not self-justifying. But I would like to point out that my best friend could eat me out every night for years on end and I'd still be monogamous by the standards of 1854. Cheating is relative, cheating is about a contract, monogamy is a SHITTY contract that has and will never work, and we're all idiots to try for it. If it is what you want, go for it, but be prepared to be sorely disappointed.

And the most, the literal most. you could wish is someone who met it. But the second best is to be fooled. And that's precisely what I wrote.